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Yuck! — April 13, 2004


My dad just walked in my office to check the backs of the directors chairs I had screen printed, and he reeks of Waffle House. He smells like a walking greasy vegetable omelette with extra onions.


In gooder news, two of my flyers have shipped, and the third proof has just been approved. New business cards have been printed, all my signs made it onto the truck already on its way to the tradeshow, and all that’s left to do is redesign the web site and crank out the press kits. Piece of greasy vegetable omelette.