I thought that’s what I was doing until the end of the month

George apparently did some late night fishing after the wedding–taking Niall, which is a big deal given that he basically can’t be in the same room as seafood normally. (It’s not an allergy, just some weird phobia from childhood. Unfortunate thing to have if you grow up in Ireland, where the Atlantic salmon is one of the better local food items available.) I love this quotation:

Brian, from South Carolina also taught us a few fishing terms:

  • Fishing on Credit: This is when your hook no longer has bait…

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Amazingly enough…

…I was right about the size of the cabinet I got. All my CDs fit—after I went through and culled the collection a bit. (BTW, if you know me personally and are interested in the discards, email me and I’ll put a list together; otherwise, they’ll probably go to the local record shop.)

I stayed up until later than I should have last night and got all the jazz, classical, world music, and miscellany filed, leaving the rock for this morning. I was hoping I wouldn’t get much of a chance to finish them before the cable guy came to hook us up with digital (yay!), but I’m still waiting…