Have you ever had a rough day? I bet you have. The kind of day where you feel like you’re the dirt under life’s fingernails, and that life is using a nail brush. Well, Mary knows how you feel. And if you’ve ever been to school, especially for law anything, you know what’s going on here.

Peter’s written a play. It’s cute, but it’s not going to win him any Tony awards. Oh, and it’s short, so it’s not going to win him any Going The Distance awards. And, FYI, it sounds a tad bitter, so it’s probably not going to win him a Pulitzer.

I bet you’ve always wondered why it’s easier to be a man. Well, it isn’t. We have to do this thing called “leadership”, and when we don’t, our wives and girlfriends and pet goldfish do it for us. And then we get into trouble, don’t we. But from a somewhat lopsided version of the facts, Laura explains why it is easier, after all. So, admittedly I will never have to push another human being out of my body. I still have to change the oil in the car. My, that was feeble.

Kevin likes to round up his weekend for us, but doesn’t think anyone reads it. Well we do read it. We’re just to jealous of his sterling existance to add comments. That, and we have other things to do. Like hair. And the Locomotion.

Apparently, Jamie lives in the hood and has ghetto experiences. I could tell you all about the sordid tale, but you could just read it here and save me the trouble

If you’ve never understood single-issue people and their respective electoral candidates, oh boy, does Josh have something for you. And doe he ever. Woah. Read that and weep, heartlands of America.

Erik loves Halo 2. But he loves Half-Life 2 a whole lot more. This makes his a geek. But don’t worry, we’re all geeks here, except those of us who aren’t, which is everyone but me.

If you like being random, and Caedmon’s Call, you could go see what beautiful mess Mic has gotten herself into. Although to be honest, it’s less of a mess than normal. It’s sort of a beautiful half-straightened room. Like my room. Okay, my room’s a mess. And there’s nothing beautiful about it. Except me. Right? (Chorus from audience: “YES!”)

And that’s it for today, forks. This is where the blogtrain stops, and so do you, unless you keep reading and wonder why I’ve posted so much today. I think I’m obsessive compulsive.

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