remember when...

...I moved to Wyoming

and wrote about things like...

....the beautiful view out of my garage-top apartment.

Or trying to open a can of soup with a swiss army knife.

Or take pictures of my basement office.

Or take depressing pictures of myself in my apartment by myself. By myself....myself....



Well worry no more.

I think I made up for my lame posts.

Band hero anyone?

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