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Lookit, April Fool's or no... I was all excited, mang. Sam left a msg in what can only be assumed as an incredibly intoxicated state. Coming up? Sweet.

Now I'm a letdown. Grantered I understand and such, and booze makes ya do things with strings and chars and voicemails that you really normally wouldn't. Expecially when they involve tollway-drives the next day.

Now the sky's turnin' gray, music has been switched from Arthur thru the spectrum to some of Keiji Haino's more misty material, and I debate if I should get a jug of wine for when we dine.