Hah, I've got everyone all churched up now. Janest was talking about the rock church, which reminds me of the church of pointless hysteria, which as far as I could tell was mostly just a disused and quasi-condemned walk-up full of jade plants and hippies. But I digress.

I'm going to seattle! yahh yahh yahhh. Right after work.

Okay, I put my suit jacket in the laundry, right? Because it was all sweaty. It's a cheap-ass polyester jacket from the garage, so I'm way too cheap to dryclean it. But anyway, I was clever enough not to put it in the dryer. Or stupid enough. Because now it smells like frozen peas, I swear to god. Something about letting the dumbass foam shoulder pads air-dry.

Hey, I'll cut them out! I'm totally cutting them out right now. Be right back.

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Well, it still smells weird, but it hangs better. Who thought shoulder pads were a good idea anyhow?