Friday, September 29, 2000


I gotta go home and mow the lawn. All I can think of is the episode of The Simpsons where Moe steals Homer's recipe for that flaming drink (made with cough syrup and Aerosmith plays at the bar and something falls on them or something - was it Homer?) and Homer walks around all depressed, saying "Moe, Moe, Moe, Moe, Moe" over and over again. That's me, all depressed, saying "mow, mow, mow, mow" over and over again.

The good news is - I no longer feel like barfing.

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