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07.09.06 - 5:03 p.m.
Z and I biked to a theater group's yard sale this morning and came away with fancy hats and coin purses.
I cruised down-hill to down-town and supervised a printing printer for a few hours. Now I'm home and Rick Moody's on the airwaves, talking about how his father used to read Moby Dick aloud at every Thanksgiving dinner. On these hot summer days food seems like water that has to be chewed.
