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Saturday, August 23, 2003
Lewis Black is rapidly taking over the space in my heart previously occupied by Dennis Miller.
I had a lovely day on the actual beach today, as opposed to just dallying around the fringes as I usually do. I'm not, by definition, a beach person, but the occasional few hours of sand and surf are most enjoyable.
Unfortunately, it's been a while since I've spent all that much time out in the sun, and I really don't have much of a tolerance for the stuff, even with SPF 45 slathered all over me. I came within about ten minutes of a bad case of sun poisoning. Splotchy is not my color, by the way.
I'm fine, though, and just relaxing in my on-the-boardwalk accommodations. In thirty minutes I'll be enjoying a little preseason football (and it's a regional match-up to boot) while listening to the waves crash on the shore. A little slice of heaven, I tell ya.
Posted @ 7:37 PM
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