How an unchallenged suburban kid from WNY who grew up loving Star Trek, joined the University of Arizona marching band and enjoys ice hockey, blackjack, documentaries, non-fiction sections in bookstores, musicals, Harry Potter, discussing the philosophical contexts of Lost, the Hollywood Bowl and misses the Fairfax Farmers Market karaoke, has found that he belongs in Los Angeles.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
I believe the term is screwed ...
So it's 2:15 a.m. on Thursday, Dec. 29, 2005. I am sitting on my bed thinking about doing some reading before bed and obviously literally typing on my computer. From an apartment or house behind me and to my left I can hear a smallish to medium size dog barking intermittently. This dog has been barking for the last 20 minutes or so. I am very thankful that I don't have to work tomorrow, b/c getting to sleep likely won't happen for a while. :(
Sweet dreams, y'alls.
Mike
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