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July 2, 2006 at 12:49 PM ::
Reasons to drag your sore head out of bed; sentences by Keith.
boot on 07/04/06 at 12:00 AM ::
your head is sore? why is your head sore? are you celebrating out holiday, or is it something less pleasant, i fear?
e on 07/04/06 at 04:52 PM ::
that would be “our holiday.” I would give up completely, but there’s an argument to be made that i never started…
e on 07/04/06 at 04:53 PM ::
Nah, an inflammation in the joint of my jaw (ow, ow, ow). I’ll happily celebrate your holiday, but I’m now a day too late.
boot on 07/04/06 at 05:45 PM ::
oh, no, it’s the evening of the 4th here, not too late. what shall we do? that won’t inflame your inflamation, that is. no potato chips, i suppose? is it like a sinus infection (i fear?) or like keith’s unpronouncable earamabob thing he put up a week or so ago?
i, myself, have just kicked The Summer Cold. it being summer here, of course. is it dead winter there, is that it?
e on 07/04/06 at 06:15 PM ::
No known cause, just my weird body misbehaving itself as usual. Let’s call it earamabobitis.
Can we have pureed potato chips mebbe?
My boss just now jokingly ordered me to have ‘liquid lunches’, so in my language that means beer. Beer anyone?!
boot on 07/04/06 at 08:30 PM ::
pureed potato chips, comin’ right up.
er...how?
e on 07/04/06 at 08:57 PM ::
This is when we need one of those matter transmitter thingamubobs.
boot on 07/04/06 at 08:59 PM ::