Than son of a bitch Van Owen

My email host (and tf host), nog.net, appears to be kickin' it doornail style, yo.
It's been having 'difficulties' recently. The upshoot here is that I'm out of contact with email, and I'm not sure for how long.

And thank you, Warren Zevon. For everything.

Love me, I'm a liberal

This morning I heard Warren Zevon finally lost the battle with cancer. And I cried a lot. I'm tired of my heroes dying.
Today I got mail from Amnesty International, the American Civil Liberties Union and the Howard Dean Campaign. All of whom probably deserve money from me.
Today was also not 'National Yell at Me Day' at work, which means it was better than yesterday.
I want to dance. I want to sing. I want to DJ. I want to do theater. I want to finish ripping my CD collection. I want to read the vast collection of books and see the long list of movies that I haven't been exposed to yet.
I want to feel like I have the energy to do any of those things while working full time. Maybe being on the drugs and being pissed off all the time was better. I wish my doctor would call me back so we can discuss side effects and medication.

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In unrelated news. Club Slick and Wicked City are doing a 'Back to School' gig at the end of this month.
I have a plaid skirt and a white blouse. I have no shoes, however. Hrmmmmm.