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The Rut - 22 April 2003 . 08:17 I've found my life's calling. The calling hurtled through space and time, landing with a resounding THUD on my forehead a few nights ago. It was the typical epiphany scenario. There I was, deathly ill (okay, I had some sort of flu but wanted to add a little drama here for ya) but singing, nay, screaming along with my man Joe Elliott at the Def Leppard concert Friday night. The weather was cold and rainy, a horrid night for such a grand event. From the time they took the stage until after the encore I remained on my feet singing along and doing my personal version of this thing called dancing. (My personal version is actually the Look-At-That-Chick-With-No-Rhythm version of dancing) It was sometime during the glorious 2 hour and 40 minute show that I struck epiphany. "EGAD," I exclaimed! "I want to give it all up and become a Def Leppard groupie!" Granted, the epiphany was nice while it lasted. I would love nothing more than spend my time solely at Def Leppard concerts but it just doesn't work out on paper. And by paper I mean the green kind marked with likenesses of dead presidents. Besides, who would take care of my cat? Damn this sense of responsibility I have! Okay, now that I've got that out of my system I'd like to update about things here in the real world. I'd like to.....but there's nothing new happening around here. Same ol' mischevious cat, same ol' boring job, same ol' same ol'. Welcome to The Rut, population: me.
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