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Friday, September 10, 2004

Friday Night

It's nine o'clock on a Friday night. I could be getting some, but I'm not.

I'm sitting in Kerry-Edwards '04 HQ in Charleston, doing paperwork. I am such a good citizen. And not in the least bitter about it.

9:05 PM