Just so we're clear on this
It's 70-something degrees and gorgeous outside.
I'm not outside.
I'm inside revising a document, and in this case the revision entails removing lots of things I spent the last few days adding.
At one point, I'd turned on the Track Changes feature in Word, and had I been allowed to keep that working, I'd just be right-clicking things and selecting "Reject Changes."
They ain't want to do it that way.
After all, why make less work for the Negro?
So I'm in a very, very, very, very good mood right now.
Listening to Swamp Ophelia on MiniDisc -- an actual, pre-recorded MiniDisc, the only one I own. And got a postcard a few days back from Borders saying they had no idea why the fuck they listed Fiona Apple's second release in that format, and they couldn't get it, and sorry for the inconvenience, ya crackhead.
Ok, maybe not in those words, exactly.
Didn't realize Lisa Germano and Jane Siberry stopped by to play along on Swamp Ophelia. And wish they'd used a larger font for the booklet.