A daily - or every-other-day - account of all there is in my head that's dying to get out, via my fingers.
(I vow to attack this endeavor with an enthusiasm unknown to mankind.)
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Le Fin Du Cycle
Congrats, Lance. Les Septs Victoires du Tours. Enjoy a full schedule of drinking beer, hanging out with your kids, and of course, Sheryl Crow.
You earned it, you deserve it. ----- Seven. (One.)
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