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1�0�1�0�1�0�1�0�0�1 2003-01-28, 11:35 p.m.

go on, kick it harder. i can take it.


My butt's feeling all bruised. Work's been kicking it all over the place.

Too tired to write now; I have to get up at an inhumane hour in the morning so I can drag in for an 8:00 conference call with some perky woman in Texas.

A.'s yelling at me to come to bed.

But I worked out tonight (to my brand new Workout Mix on the iPod, 40 minutes of New Order and Stereo MCs and Erasure and Pet Shop Boys, a complete departure from the music I listen to when I'm not wearing drawstring shorts and anklet sweat socks) and suddenly I have so. Much. Energy. Aack.



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