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I'd become comfortably certain that this outcropping of my restless thought process was a private diary writ large to the Internet. (This was not my intent, of course; just how it was working out.) I wrote; three people read -- ocassionally; I wrote some more; fame, fortune, and good looks eluded me. Now, with one little referring link from "Mr. 98," my one-day numbers went up, up, up.
Curiousity probably.
There is real, genuine Canadian Tire money available to anyone who sticks with this column for a while.
Posted by Grayson at May 10, 2005 10:44 AM