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Some pro-war crooner sent me a letter saying he wants Steady Records to make him a star. Enclosed were a sample of his lyrics and a resumé --and I use the term loosely-- which included a year of work at Vee Corporation as a 'foam adjuster' and five years of unemployment. I checked the white pages. His name was either

a)	unlisted
b)	false
or
c)	misspelled

And despite it being highly unlikely (The letter was pretty poorly written.), I'm not ruling the latter out. One thing is for sure, though: This man will most definitely receive a response, be it an honest proposition or some sort of backward prank my friends are trying to play on me. I've already begun writing it (Dear Creepy Weird Guy...). We'll see what materializes.

Today I had a dentist appointment. Those are thirty or so minutes that stretch on forever. Yeesh. They had [popular local alternative radio station] on and I was treated to such late-nineties greats as Sex & Candy by Marcy Playground and Shawn Mullins' Lullabye. I tried to sing along but there was some sort of contraption in my mouth. The music made the appointment only slightly less irritating, though because my dental hygienist (Is that what I'm supposed to call her? I don't know her name.) wouldn't stop talking to me about (among other things) her daughter, who was on the front page of the local section of the paper yesterday (Do you get the Saint Paul paper? I actually live in Inver Grove so I don't really know my way around these parts. Oh wow, I am just stabbing the heck out of your gums.).

18 years. No cavities.
-Todd