Hello Atlanta, Hello CDC.

I'm just about ready for bed, thanks to the Ambien. I have to get up early so that I can stuff myself and my cat and my mother into my little deuce coupe. You KNOW what I've got though, not like those Beach Boys. They had pink slips and competition clutches (with four on the floor!), but I just have a lot of CRAP!

I don't know when I'll get around to luring the internet installers into my apartment, but boy when I do...