March, March, baby.

May I be the first to introduce you to March. It's one of those respectable 31-day months. Not like February at all. February is an abortion of a month. Like that Greg dude who designed the calendar got real drunk the night before and figured 28 days was enough. What a slacker.

I played doubles 8-ball with John Popper of Blues Traveler Thursday night at the Ritz. We won. I got most of the balls in, and he got most of the feminine attentions. Fun night, it was.

I REALLY need to get ahold of a music sequencing program. I drive home and all these wacked lyrics fill up my head. Take a look at some of the tracks I've created under "Evan" -> "Music". Oh, what I could do with the right tools!

Don't be a tool. Stay in school.

heh.

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