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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]