Toying with the idea of doing laundry today. (I hate doing laundry.) Nothing is particularly clean, but then, I don't really have anywhere pressing to be when tomorrow kicks off the new work week. Except finding a job.
This morning I wasted money on a boxed Utah Phillips set, because it was the only one on which I could find the most painfully sweet love song I've ever heard, on Prairie Home Companion on the way to the beach last Sunday.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
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