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We're on out way out for a full day this morning, so they'll be no content-heavy update today. It's certainly worth noting, however, that I've made a slight template change. Doppelganger, over at 50 Books, has given Touch You Last and Armada many a shout-out. I've never returned the favour sufficiently, so to ensure she gets the attention and the thanks that she deserves, I've adjusted her link on my sidebar accordingly.
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Anonymous said…
I'm just amused at the fact that you've updated your blog more often when you're away from home.

Weirdo.

:)
3:53 pm
Tammy said…
Ha! I love the new new blogroll. NEVER CHANGE IT.

Also... The Eatery rox, as does your description of it. A little bit Japan, a little bit rock 'n' roll, indeed.

ALSO... you've done more in a few short days in this city than I've done is the past twelve months.
1:26 am
Anonymous said…
Doppelganger,

Indeed, Dave pays tribute where it is due in very alarming ways.

You should see the tattoo of my face on his...er...nevermind.
9:26 am
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