Sometimes life is boring and vacation finally ends and you have to go back to work and become immeditately swamped with the day job work, the freelance work, calls from Colorado asking if you can do a 10 day interpreting gig (?!?), and a scary, hard knock on the door at 10pm on a single digit temperature night that turns out to be some pizza delivery guy at the wrong door. When all that stuff starts getting to me, I'm glad sometimes I remember about
Planet Dan, sick, twisted and wrong as it is.
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