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:: 11.25.2002 ::

So I've got another new approach: not blogging. Man, it was a crazy last week. Many hours in studio, many days where studiotime outnumbered sleeptime almost five to one. But that's fine, because now it is all down time for the next 24+ hours. And here I sit at my computer, swilling on a bottle of Manischewitz, trying to remember what I wanted to blog about the last week. I don't remember, not because I'm drunk, but because there have been a lot of little brian cells that have committed suicide in the battles that have ensued in the last ten days. It probably doesn't matter much because 95% of the people who read this blog, who would care about those stories, will be where I am in 24 hours (when I get home on Tuesday), i.e. The Fox and the Hound.

So have a good Thanksgiving, please remember to count your blessings and be thankful that you are someone who has blessings to count. And if you don't have blessings, then I wish you the best in the coming "holiday" season and good luck. I wish the world was a much more peaceful place and I wish people (myself included) had a little more tolerance for one another. But I do have hope...
:: Freddy F. at 9:03 PM [+] ::
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