September 2006
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September 3rd, 2006.
It’s 3am and I’m not sleeping again. I’ve been playing video games, trying not to think, but my brain just boils through the same arenas over and over again. It’s the same story of insomnia, it just comes and goes and ebbs and flows on ocassion. Some days are just better than others. I’m poking…
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September 1st, 2006.
Emergency food? Be prepared… for hurricanes… with… pudding? Hrm. If you INSIST, but NO-ONE’s going to want to be trapped in a shelter with ME after ingesting a crate of pudding! Wrecks, the owner of the Old Quarter Acoustic Cafe, and Gary playing guitar at his open mic. Wrecks shines on stage, emotive and beautiful…