To my great discredit, I think this journal is terribly edited. I write very quickly while I'm at work, and a result don't often look over what I'm typing before I post it. Take this sentence for example: I asked him a question about whether he would ever write a full length musical (which he had done for Buffy) he said it was he did. Not even I know what I was trying to say there. I want to take this opportunity to finally apologize to you, the blog reading public, for inflicting such lapses of logic and language upon you. I really do hold a degree in English from an accredited university, or am about to. On the subject of moving, my rental agency sent me a letter with instructions about what I'm supposed to do to close out my current apartment, where I'm to return the keys etc. The letter said lots of nice things about how much they will all miss me, which would have been much more effective if it had not been addressed to "Mike Leahy". Evanston itself will miss me, I think, but it will probably barely notice I'm gone since I'll be back so often.
Aw, I was just joshing, Phishey...
What do you mean, never updated again! You are a cruel individual. Hope all goes well Rory, give my regards to Marc @ work. I got your call, sorry I haven't called you back! I will call you this week.
I wanted to post some stuff today but somehow Greymatter has locked me out and I forgot my password. I must therefore annouce that this website will never be updated again.
I wanted to post some stuff today but somehow Greymatter has locked me out and I forgot my password. I must therefore annouce that this website will never be updated again.
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