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guy torry, album (music), woody harrelson, robert b. weide, pauline lynch, confess, hip hop, fazed, wake, songs, pachanga, james gandolfini, suzanne shepherd, net comedy, matt dillon, carlito,
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Usually, especially like when the wife and I drove from wallpapers CA to CT (or from Chicago to CA), I felt really tired after a couple hours driving. Today I managed to do the whole thing without ever really feeling tired at all. My gas-pedal leg is cramped (no cruise control, ugh), but otherwise, life is good. In anticipation of a week of living on potato wallpapers chips, wallpapers pretzels and Coca-Cola, we had "one last meal of importance" at Buca Di Beppo. I love Buca, haven't eaten there since Jay's birthday party blow-out. Meanwhile, tomorrow my Danger Sidekick Hiptop is due to arrive at the hotel via FedEx (since T-Mobile sorta got confused by the Pit's request and didn't manage to get me one before I left). That should be nice. Don't be surprised if I'm relatively quiet for a couple days. I'm set for gaming 8 a.m. to midnight for the next four days basically, and it'll be blissful to be able to pay little to no attention to The Pit.
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