September 11, 2003


Uh, honey.

Fabrications about our private life on the blog. Bad.

(I note that the spouse has spoken thus:)

    I don't even let my friends listen to my tapes or CDs for fear of violating my licensing restrictions, and I even forcibly prevent my gym-buffed wife from reading books I purchase for my own private, non-transferable enjoyment.
Pleh. You refuse even to arm wrestle me anymore.

Mutter mutter, spew spew. (hee hee)


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