10/25/04 ~

So I get home from what was not a particularly rough day at work and I drag my still-ragged ass down to the mailbox and discover a package from my friend (and fuckin' musical idol) Andy Partridge. The sun suddenly seems brighter than usual. Then I notice the other changes: my beer tastes hoppier; my gut looks smaller; my car gets better gas mileage and my... (looks into the front of his pants) well, no - that's still the same size. Well hell folks, it's not a cure-all... but it's pretty damn close. Let's just call it a mood elevator. It's a killer little tune that means the world to me Andy, and I can't thank you enough for taking the time to put it together. wesLONG