I am sitting in Spyhouse early on a Monday morning managing my various online personalities and drinking coffee. There's a pound of sumatra sitting in front of me ready to ship off to a friend that I've somehow done wrong by. I'm dehydrated - a day on the road drinking coffee and eating beef jerky left me dried out. This'll be a first: me in the ham offices without Bret being there. What will happen? Who knows.
If it hasn't been said before, myspace sucks donkeys. Not any part of the donkey, the WHOLE donkey. Fox needs to invest some money into redoing the damn thing and doing it right. Anyways, back to looking for a place to house myself through the winter - last night in the cardboard box was rough.
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