Friday, September 08, 2006

So long, so long, so long

Deadline ate me alive. I've been spit out, to attend a wedding. I am ready to go though. I've got a whole day to wash off the digestive juices then it's time to bomb cars Irish style, hope against hope that The Cure is played at the reception and make myself cleaned-up and stuff.

More soon on the absence of personal space.

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