2003-07-02 / 4:40 p.m.

I feel guilty. I've been writing so much the callouse on my middle finger where the pen goes is all pink. And nearly no one's seen it. I send it all to DL as soon as I'm done and then I move on. Oops. I have friends, don't I? And I seem to recall one or two of them not being averse to reading my stuff....

Packages in the mail soon.

Now for messages since I'm too lazy to go into my email.

STEPHEN: I need Anna's email address; the cd she made me makes me squirm with indie-rock coolness and she is my hero for the week.

BEE: Just hi and love you and have fun with Bob and send me postcards.

SHANNA:Smile; it could be worse, you could be defribulating (is that right?) a dead turtle in a garage.

BRAD: What? Fuck off.

JESS: I meant TWINS and not TWINE.

AMANDA:Check your mailbox Saturday.

More notices to be posted as they occur. Thanks, management.

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