It's 1.47a. I think that we all know that there won't be an entry. Of course, here I am writing, so maybe there will be...

Nah.

But Matt's back!
I'll write a mother long entry tomorrow, I promise.

Today's horoscope:
Tell the one nearest and dearest to you how much you love him/her. NOW is the time to say it--right out loud.

One year ago today:
"It's difficult to meditate in New York, because every couple of minutes you have to stop and tell someone to shut their freakin' pie hole!"

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