I Hope You're Feeling Better

Good morning, Oregon.

Waking today, and the iTunes left at C last night, cycle through Cu Da De wake up to the Decemberists start playing, and I am o'ercome by nostalgia.

Sad, and sad, and here we remain...

But sitting here I was thinking this thing. Wouldn't it be funny to now on refer what we have traditionally termed as Back East as the Old World, and this as the New? Then next time we're in Portland we can Discover Portland!

And this would be an awesome excuse for shoplifting from places on Hawethorne Street.

Congratulations, Stephen, this is one of your finer thoughts.

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Speaking of finer thoughts, you know what was not a fine thought?

Okay so Roommate's friend Bro told me a joke the other day about Scottish people that involves making fun of a man name of McGreggor. I tell this joke in Bar last night and, L, G, you already know this but everyone else, what does our other companion turn out to be last named but, yeah, McGreggor -- Fuck!

I am going to tell Bro next time I see this and he is going to laugh and laugh and laugh.

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Well my darlings, it is 7:00 and I have not made enough coffee for myself. I shall now however arise from my bed and to the kitchen, for to make a fine and semi-healthsome egg-potato breakfast. Good morning, and good luck.