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Another update on the Lock-in, followed by a short reflection on how it feels to be moving away.
Wednesday, 2004-08-11 | Classic Gin, Journal, Tyranny Belle
The final CMT practice of the summer was tonight. I don't think I've ever gotten quiet so beaten up in an hour before. I'll be on the mend well into tomorrow.
In other news, The Proscriptions Lock-in continues; as Matt and I forge boldly ahead, the damage to our bodies, minds and careers is increasing along an exponential curve. We'll see who has the last laugh, however--I pity the fool whose life doesn't change when this record drops.
Finally, from the weather desk, we have the following item. What the fuck is going on with the motherfucking unseasonable coldness? What happened to the God damned days of doggone summer?
Blame it on the (verge on) solipsism, but I think the city is saying goodbye to me in the only way that makes sense: sour grapes.
