My god, I couldn't find any sunglasses as I woke up this morning (read: noon), miraculously at home with Jill waking me up with 120 desibels of punk music in the living room where I am sleeping on the couch. I am not quite sure, but I think I got myself a record deal with some Russian producers last night.Headed down to The Breakfast Club to get a decent bite to eat. Yawn. Sorry folks, no paste-in this early.
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