I made 28 cents an hour on the biggest musical project I've done to date. Those riches are long since gone, but the tinnitus lives on.
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Grrrrr Pt.
Turns out that the great computer crash isn't entirely my fault. Some kind of killer worm was eating its binary guts out. We won't talk about where the worm came from, a gentleman doesn't kiss and blog.
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