Neon sign on the horizon rubbing elbows with the moon - that yellow bastard

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March 6th, 2003

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2003.0306.2245::Neon sign on the horizon rubbing elbows with the moon
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It's road trip time.

I'm packing for my drive down to Miami, and I use the term to loosely cover the wandering about/watching television/snacking that I generally do before a trip. Since I'm only going down [Shit. forgot I did laundry before I went to the bar for a couple of hours...gotta fold... I'm back] for a couple of days, I don't have to pack too much.

Since I am going down for an old friend's wedding, I'm bringing the suit and shirt and the whole getup. It's way too hot in Miami. I think my father said it was like 88 degrees earlier today.

I rather wanted to do something creative this weekend, but the whole driving thing is getting in the way. Maybe I should stop at an office supply house on the way down and pick up a dictation machine and some tapes...

Oh well. Because the 'rents only have a filtered dialup through the school system, I may be offline for a couple of days (shocking, I know). At the latest, I'll be back on Sunday night.
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