A "minor" snow storm rolled into New England today. Because the approaches to AT headquarters on scenic Mt. Misery can get a little dicey in snowy conditions, my wife and I left work early to avoid the worst of it.
We got on I-93 North at the Columbia Road exit at 1:15 PM. We got off the highway at the Medford Square exit around 4:30 in the afternoon. That's eleven miles travelled in the space of three hours and fifteen minutes.
Oh, and I hurt my hand trying to punch a pickup truck through the driver's side window of Super Lumina.
So consider it a minimal content kind of day.
The Nips - So Pissed Off (from Bops, Babes, Booze, and Bovver, 2000) - Shane MacGowan, here fronting his pre-Pogues punk pop band, understands how I feel. It's like we're spiritual brothers, right down to the bad teeth (though I have a comprehensive dental plan in my corner) and the disturbing hissing laugh.
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Thursday, December 13, 2007
if a seem a little jittery
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Labels: anger, driving, punk pop, self-inflicted injuries, weather
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