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My arms, legs, teeth, and hair are sore. I'm not used to working out. ugh.
I'm just about to leave for Kinko's because I didn't do it yesterday. I'm thinking of maybe getting them printed on a light greenish paper. Maybe. Just a thought.
I can't wait for the 10th. So far a lot of friends are coming, some whom I haven't seen in quite awhile. Rock+beerxfriends=a superfun time. If you don't come for the rock, at least show up for the gigantic Homer Simpson beers the Mutiny serves for a mere $3.50. There's some love for ya.

On a side note: I can't stop petting my Meatloaf cat and uttering the phrase (complete with Italian accent) "That's a spicy meatball. Who's a spicy meatball?"