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The Day After Labor Day

What a beautiful weekend. Cleaned on Friday, saw "Garden State"(****) & "the Bourne Supremacy" on Saturday. Sunday, Maryland Ren Fest and then saw "Starsky & Hutch" (better than I thought) & "Taking Lives" (oh, Angelina!!!), Monday, more cleaning and moving of personal objects from one room to another. The only thing I didn't get to do is write my speech. That suct! Mainly, 'cause I've officially waited until the last minute, again, to write a speech. Which means, as soon as I get home tonight, no "Daily Show w/John Stewart", no "Street Fighter 15th Anniversary", no "Namco museum" no clearing out of the TiVo, no goofing off w/housemates or antagonizing the cats (or is it the other way around) and no surfing the net! Just several hours of me and a speech. Several hours of me in a mirror; honing my delivery and trimming away the fat of the speech until I'm satisfied. What a way to spend one's evening.

The alternative? Don't do the speech, get some rest and make an ass of myself tomorrow evening. Decisions, decisions...Either way, win lose or draw...


...I will enjoy the best custard in the DC Metro area!!! Cheers!


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