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Yesterday evening, my sinuses were unclogged and I didn't have even a hint of a headache. I had said earlier that day that I had forgotten what it was like to feel healthy. It jogged my memory. It also jogged my memory of what it's like to play with a drummer whose principal concern is not keeping a steady beat. Ah, anamnesis.
This morning, I bought Tom Garcia breakfast at Moscow and Tblisi Russian Bakery Store. He asked "how is it that you don't have some hot girlfriend who's sick of dating jerks and says 'hey, I want THAT guy; he'll get me breakfast.'"
Then my roommate opened her door and told us to keep it down; she was sleeping.
This morning, I bought Tom Garcia breakfast at Moscow and Tblisi Russian Bakery Store. He asked "how is it that you don't have some hot girlfriend who's sick of dating jerks and says 'hey, I want THAT guy; he'll get me breakfast.'"
Then my roommate opened her door and told us to keep it down; she was sleeping.