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So there's another survey I'm not writing, even though the questions are interesting.

And there's a defense of the poetry slam that I'm not going to write out.

And some plot bunnies that may mutate back into plot-roaches.

And something about today - something with sun, a phone call to Mom&Dad, and the demo to Pharoah.

Nah. It's Saturday. Fuckit.