is there anything like lying in bed, reading the paper, listening to CBC, and drinking a cup of coffee?

life is good.

saturday morning and the world feels wide open.

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These days, i'm less tormented by my personal variation on the famous tree/metaphysical question: if I experience something interesting, and no one else is there to enjoy it, did it actually happen?

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dammit. i think i burned the coffee.

1:18 p.m. - 2006-03-25