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December 19, 2006

Life. She Eez A Beetch.

I'm having some personal problems right now, so I'm going to take the day off and try and get my feet back under me. See ya tomorrow. If the Weekenders have anything to say, they're welcome to pitch in.

December 19, 2006 | Permalink

Comments

As they say in Japan, ganbatte.

Or as Lebowski would say, the dude abides.

Posted by: Petey | Dec 19, 2006 1:15:50 PM

Ezra:

Hope everything turns out okay. Best of luck to you getting through whatever needs getting through and that you come back to your readers healthy, happy, safe, and soon.

Best to you,

Nate

Posted by: Nate | Dec 19, 2006 1:21:41 PM

*hugs*

Do what you need to, Ezra. Hope you feel better soon.

Posted by: fiat lux | Dec 19, 2006 1:46:06 PM

Go to the beetch. Um, beach. Best wishes.

Posted by: Sanpete | Dec 19, 2006 2:06:37 PM

Sorry to hear -- hope everything works out ok.

Posted by: nolo | Dec 19, 2006 2:10:31 PM

At least jour Hispano-felinish, she ees eemproving, no?

so.

Posted by: El Gato Negro! | Dec 19, 2006 3:35:20 PM

What's her name?

Posted by: Realish | Dec 19, 2006 4:38:13 PM

best

Posted by: RW | Dec 19, 2006 7:07:36 PM

More of us are dealing with Life: The Bitch than you probably realize. Solidarity!

I hope everything works out.

Cheers,
D.

Posted by: litbrit | Dec 19, 2006 8:15:34 PM

Good luck, Ezra. Personal problems suck. I hope you work it out.

Posted by: pfc | Dec 20, 2006 1:21:14 PM

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