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Despite numerous fundraising events, promises of dinners and convention time, and special T-shirts, Hillary Clinton's campaign only managed to pay down 1.23 million dollars of her debt, leaving 23.9 left to go for the month of August.

So, I’m photoshopping a million pictures today, one which gave us all a great deal of pleasure in Twitter town. Some photos for pleasure and others for work that will help the paper out with mugshots and that SQ and I were also dog-assed tired. I worked in the pajamas for awhile which is every blogger/newsperson/umm … everyone’s dream.

Since money and the new music biz seem to be the hot topics this week on the Cream, I thought I'd chime in with something only slightly relevant, and ultimately pretty pointless.

"Lindsay," Hubs said in a rush over the phone the other night, "I just told the girl at Bellacino's that I loved her."

It's nights like this that I really miss living within walking distance of Hillsboro Village. I'm home alone (my family is vacationing in Florida), I've got a rare night off from work, and I'm bored. I'd rather not drive anywhere and keep my gas tank at its present level. It's the perfect evening for a walk down to Bosco's, Fido, or Provence.

Did you ever have the urge to write something but couldn’t put anything together in coherent thoughts and well structured sentences? Yeah, me too, so you guys get this:

News 2 reports that the homeless burglar sold the two Election Commission laptops he stole on Christmas Eve for $80 and a six-pack of beer to a Downtown "rave-type coffee shop." The computers changed hands 3 or 4 times before police located them but the police are satisfied that the security of voters' personal data was not compromised in the transactions.