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Writer. Wheelman. Occasional DIY mechanic. Walking collection of hang-ups. Hopeless romantic. Old-school. Analog soul in a digital world. I am all of these things and more.

Friday, November 21, 2003

This was a seriously shitty day. I don't know how things conspired to make my day so irritatingly maddening. It started with badminton, ended with a highway near-collision (nowhere near my fault) and left me in a state of elevated blood pressure (I'm pretty sure) for an hour or so.

I'll save you the details. It'll also help my sanity.

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