Last night I had a dream that Melissa Etheridge came to Thanksgiving dinner at my parents house and we drank alot of beer and she asked me if I would ever play drums again and if I would join her band
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I cant tell you how hard it is to get the internet here in the Upstate. Apparently 500 other people called for it the same day I did. Which was about a month ago. Maybe it is the sub-zero temperatures we are having. I prefer to call it "alarmingly brisk". Because I am ever the optimist.
Im glad no one deleted me for being a net derelict.