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September 7, 2006 by Jane

Is the song playing right now. I love how fucked up all these minor chords sound. Sometimes when I listen to Unwound and Justin’s not really “singing”, more like speaking instead, I can remember what it sounded like when he talked to me. But only for a second. It was a very long time ago, and it’s hard to even remember what he looked like in three dimensions.

I don’t feel like going to work tomorrow. It has been slow this week, there’s turmoil in another department at my work, and it means I have very little to do. Plus my back kind of hurts. I should spend tomorrow walking around and listening to the Hodgman book.

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