21 June 2004

Toga, toga, toga

Mrs. F is off to New Jersey and it's just me and the dog. Not like anything will change. I sure as hell ain't throwing a party, but it's nice not having to run for the train later. Dancing girls would be nice, but I'd just have to clean up afterward and I'd miss some valuable sleep. Oh well, it'll be just me, the dog, and this beige box. No pun intended. Ha!

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