A chronicle of mundaneness steeped in irony and pointed realism with no real direction or point and no real defined end-point. Except maybe Tuesday, which Tuesday I leave as an exercise for the reader...
Thursday, June 10, 2004
life continues...work, school, life...Memorial Day was good time for everyone, I think, and resulted in the comsumption of beer and the grilling of a quite a few chicken breasts...
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