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Friday, April 08, 2005 

Fuck you, night

So I awake from a three-hour drunken nap and stagger to the computer after brushing my mouth because the sour tang of beer will not leave it and I see I have something in my inbox from the Delgados' mailing list titled simply "Press Release" and I know what is coming before I even open it.

The Delgados are no more. And I only got to see them twice.

Fuck.



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