Separated At Birth

I don’t have many people mistaking me for a celebrity. Thank goodness, since I hate to sign autographs! On occasion, though, I’ve been mistaken for Mike Connell, of the band The Connells.

If I had to pick a celebrity that I look like, I’d pick country singer Brad Paisley, who will be playing here this weekend. Maybe I’ll don a cowboy hat and walk around Walnut Creek Ampitheatre with a fake entourage. Maybe I could score some free beer or something.

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Conked

I wrote my little speil about the tuition flap last night and promptly went to bed. When Kelly came to bed before 10, I was already out.

I may be retiring early this evening as well, as I think I spent my early morning tossing and turning. I’m not sure what led to that, but it’s not getting me much rest. Fooey.

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