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Ooof, I think I took too much valerian root last night. I can't get moving.

Did I ever tell you that I was selected "Most Likely To Join the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band" in high school? It's true. I was also bitterly disappointed when my plan to make "Evil Never Dies" the theme of the prom was narrowly defeated.

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OK, time to go. Right now. Move. aarrggh

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It appears that, in order for the air-conditioning to be turned on, we have to call someone in another building and have her call maintenance to come out and turn it on. I don't want to complain too much, because I'm definitely glad that warm weather is here, but that's kinda messed up, no?

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Kind of interesting, considering the source:

The Engine Stalls at AOL

A side note: the AOL editorial director spoke at the CPC last summer. He was a raging asshole. He kept asking us for ways to market the Jack Welch biography. "How do you get Jack Welch out there? How do you make people want to buy this book? Come on, people!" Jeez, who gives a shit? I mean, OK, certainly there are books out there like that (it's a biography of the General Electric CEO, ugh), but I don't think that anyone in the publishing course was particularly happy to think about the fact that they might have to deal with them one day. At least let us get into the business before you crush our dreams, dude. Oooh, weird -- the book came out on Sept. 11. So did Slayer's God Hates Us All. Not that either of these facts means anything at all.

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My mom's arriving Saturday for a week's stay. I'm having her bring me cigarettes because she can buy them so much cheaper in Tennessee. I feel so Judd-Nelson-in-Breakfast-Club. "Smoke up, Johnny!"