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TGIF?

first things first - all chattanoogans please sign this petition and save WUTC!

onto other things... i think i may have had the worst morning i've had in a long time. for starters, i woke up late, and then when i was finally ready to leave for work i couldn't find my keys. so i spent 20 minutes ransacking the house looking for them. we had people over last night for ben wardell's going away party so i figured they might have ended up anywhere. finally it occurred to me to go look in my car, where, evidently, one of my roommates had left them in the ignition after getting something from my car this morning. so, i'm finally ready to go, and then my car gets stuck in the mud in our driveway. i consider trying to pull it out with morris' geo tracker, but instead decide to just drive his car to work since he's out of the country. his car leaks oil so i'm pretty sure i'll have to put some oil in it before driving but for some reason i'm unable to find the hood latch. (turns out its hidden in the glove compartment... the glove compartment?!... yeesh.) anyhow, i spend another 20 minutes trying to get the hood open before i say to heck with it and just take off in it. all the while, its pouring down rain and i'm getting more and more soaked as i move from one vehicle to the next and back into the house.

i did finally get to work, an hour and a half late, and eventually got some oil in the tracker, and then on my lunch break totten helped me rock the passat out of the mud... so, i guess i'm in pretty good shape now, but man, what a rough way to start the weekend.

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i think i'm going to see farenheit 9/11 tonight - hopefully it won't be sold out. other than that, it's looking like a pretty quiet weekend. hoping to get caught up on some email and various other things.

friday-mp3-of-the-week: this week's song is by an artist named m. ward, with merge records. he's a folksy songwriter from portland whose website accurately says "listening to an M. Ward record is like thumbing through an old family photo album, full of black and white photographs that are fading around the edges; an imperfection that only adds to the clarity of their memories." the song A Voice at the End of the Line is from an album called Transfiguration of Vincent. (more here)