Dear iTunes:

You are the official bane of my existence.

Congratulations.

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Last night I thought the thunder was going to snap our little house right in half. It was all I could do to lay there and wait for the windows to implode.

They didn't.

I arrived to work this morning to find that I now sit in my very own room painted red though I think Rachel will be joining me in here soon. I realize now that, as long as I work in music, I will never be rid of framed posters of rock "icons." It's just something I need to learn to accept.

Such is life.

17 October 2005 - 9:40 AM

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