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There’s no way to gracefully board and de-board a bus. If you try, you’ll look even worse. Just get on and get off as best you can.
J. Co and I (mostly I) downed one of those mega bottles of Chardonnay last night while watching "American Idol". Then the new season of "Work Out" came on, and it was revealed that one of the trainers, the sweet, older gay guy named Doug, had died. DePRESSing. Then I woke up this morning with a wicked hangover to the tune of two Aleve.
SD in five days.
