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June 6, 2013
Nine o'clock on a Saturday, and Billy Joel's piano man is doing something somewhere, but I wouldn't know it because I'm at home, disregarding the fact that there's a world out there doing crap like getting numb legs from waiting on the wrong side of a velvet rope in hopes of being granted access to a crappy club or being anywhere at all that requires me to put on shoes. "Archer" is on the TV, I'm singing songs to my cat, who's beside me on the sofa, and I've eaten chocolate chips for dinner. All in all, a perfect night.