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I read for a living. I ought to write more. I got out of the habit. Suppose I ought to enter back in. Not for you or anyone else, really, but for me.
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Friday, January 23, 2004
What?
You mean I'm supposed to write
new
stuff on here? Sheesh-- you people are never satisfied. Ok, fine. Stay tuned for the weekend edition.
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