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Thursday, April 15, 2004
 
Ow.

No, really.

Ow.

Fucking OW.

That's about it. As you were, carry on.


***


(After mass quantities of Advil)

Consider this fact: I think of myself as reasonably highbrow. For example, a lover of classical music.

This is complete horseshit. I have been--in the absence of my LaunchCast personal station, which is mysteriously malfunctioning--listening to LaunchCast's classical station. I hate about 95% of what they play.

In contrast, I can listen happily to anything and everything they play that's big band. Like, indiscriminately.

That's just awful. Awful. It is.


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