You birds, always cracking foxy...

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Finally made it to the gym again (after a full week), and couldn't even lift weights. I am so stiff and sore from being hunched over my laptop in hotel rooms and server closets and you-name-it that all I could do with Cinder was walk on the treadmill a little and stretch a lot.

At least I'm home. And stuff is kinda better. Plus today I got to sit in the hot tub and stretch and read for a while. Thank you dot-com clients from 1999/2000. We wrecked the U.S. economy, but I have a hot tub now. (And I dare to sneer at SUV drivers?)

From the well-I-think-it's-funny department:

The next time a client asks for too many impossible things in a row, instead of getting testy, I'm gonna just start channelling Radical Edward.


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I want the Cowboy Bebop Movie soundtrack. How could they have not released a soundtrack album? Foo. Posted by Liz at April 24, 2003 03:31 AM