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Lots to talk about, and rarely is there a chance to do so. My computer has been in the shop for a whole month now. CompUSA still doesn't answer their phone. Apple has no record of ever receiving my computer. My mom left a lengthy message for the manager of CompUSA explaining the situation. She and my dad are off to Greece today. So my job is to bite my nails and hope CompUSA calls me back and tells me where the fuck my computer is. In the meantime, Kirsten's is working so badly that it took me half an hour to realize I wouldn't be able to check my email from it today.

That's why I'm blogging from the computer lab at school instead of being in Woodcut where I belong. I'd better get going soon.

I want to talk about the protest march, which was amazing. Maybe I'll have time to stop by here again after class.

Meanwhile, the media blitz for the Kids in the Hall DVD release tomorrow is in full swing, so I'm enjoying that and hoping I can catch all the appearances. We're going to a screening of The Saddest Music in the World on Wednesday, which I've been wanting to see for ages. (And MARK will be at the afterparty, and I LOVE MARK.) The next day, Dave is signing DVD's at Border's, but in the afternoon, which is stinky. I can go but some people can't. There's nothing I hate worse than standing in line for autographs (and really, I hate the concept of autographs in general), but I guess I'm looking forward to that to in a roundabout sort of way.

I've been here too long already. Bruce the Woodcutter Teacher will be cross.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:58 PM | shower me with attention