Friday · July 18 2003
I woke up. The cats have vomited all over the house. I can't lift my right arm above my head. And my wife is gone. I could probably turn those items into pretty good country song lyrics.
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July 21 2003
The cats are feeling better. My shoulder is still screwed up. But my wife is coming home.
I guess that would be the third verse or something.
We played a song in my old band that started out, "There's a tear in my beer and I've lost my trailer park." That was enough dumb country lyrics for me.