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Oh, yeah, nothing like a cascade of dreams, and dreams within dreams, where everything is disorganized and unprepared for an imminent deadline... and features mediocre, mass-produced roast beef and gravy and almost-rotten fruit.

Dear brain:
- OH HELL NO, I am not going to grad school for a Master's in ANYTHING, though it was nice to chat with the Davis brothers
- Yes, Ivan and I get our wires crossed while blowing shit up gaming. That's kind of the point.
- I never want to see my apartment in Coudersport again, even if the sink has been turned 90 degrees... and I didn't leave nearly that much shit in the kitchen when I left.
- I know why my aunt and uncle showed up, but, really he never had the master key to the place.
- When I'm the only one who knows the way to get somewhere, I should be at the front of the caravan, especially on those shitty goddamned roads.
- "Moon and New York City"? Seriously, you're going to fucking earworm me with THAT?

In other news, it's Friday, and payday, which means the mortgage will get $$ thrown at it in a timely manner, and the VZ bill can stop staring at me from my desk.

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Yep, still sucks.

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Also, what kind of douchebag punk are you, that you know the actual name of this song?

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Yeah, that Coudersport. I rotted there from 1997 until 2000.

You're the only person I know, who didn't know me back then, who even knows where that town is.