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My computer has been lying to me all week. I've been on east coast time, but my computer has stayed in central time. I thought that computers were supposed to sense these things. So a glance at the time tells me: oh, 10 min until you want to get into bed. When it should really say: "you need to go to bed now lest you flail around in client meetings tomorrow mumbling under your stale, wine-soaked breath, 'fuck your butadiene price woes, where's the fucking bathroom'" Throwing the entire time equation off further is the 1o minute aheaddedness of my hotel clock. So it goes, look at the computer clock, look at the hotel clock, get utterly confused, shake head, chastise self for still not being in bed.

I finally got the song I am obsessed with off the internet. Go find it then let's talk about it.

I stalked my high school reunion photos on the internet. I was sort of wondering if I should have gone, but seeing the photos and thinking at half of them: did I go to school with that person or is that her husband?, I realized that I made the wise decision to save the money and go to Lollapalooza.

Though there's one person I want to know about. And he's not who you think.