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Bush Admits Responsibility.

I'll let that sink in for a minute. Not that it's won me over, by a long shot, but it's about fucking time.

Went for a walk at lunch. Found some guy's wallet outside of Boston Market. Handed it to the manager on duty. In retrospect, I could probably have dialed 411 on my cell phone, gotten the guy's number, and left him a message, or called the cops myself.

Still need to rent a wood chipper. Preferably one big enough to digest a 200 pound redneck, albeit unburdened by a conscience or sense of honor. [note: this is not, in fact, a reference to GWB]

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Sorry bout that, my bitterness is hangin' out ;)

Mom did amazingly well. Coelo came away with minimal damage on the home front. And out of the the NOLA contingent, the ones I'm keeping the closest eye on seem to be recovering, but even so, there's no joy in Mudville :/

Wrapped up in the NOLA area as I am, I've utterly failed to ask if you guys took any damage when the storm blew your way? Hopefully none or at least no more than friends and beer couldn't sort out in a weekend.

Regardless, this whole mess has rather re-oriented me mostly away from bitterness now to smarmy sentimentalism. I might stay tucked under my rock, but you and K are most definitely in my thoughts. Dunno that I'll ever be able to watch another storm warning with quite the same bland "oh, they'll be all right" approach. We've all seen where that leads :/