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Lots of bulletsSeptember 13, 2006 - 4:59 p.m.
Boy, you guys ARE fickle, aren't you? I fail to write new stuff for a few days while I'm recovering from the weekend, and you trail off and read other people's stuff. Or maybe you clean your bathroom. How the fuck should I know? Anyway, I am back. Current status:
I suppose that's enough bullets for now. I had a strange series of dreams last night, one which was a continuation of a dream I had several weeks ago, which had me back at what was supposed to be the college I went to but which seems askew, and another one in which Melody appeared, but was very sick. I assume that's some sort of superimposition about the things I worry about with my father, but I'm not gonna analyze it much beyond that. I'm not that big a believer in dreams, unless they're really entertaining or contain really attractive women. I haven't gotten the second UPS shipping label for my second broken Sony DSC-U30 digital camera. The first one is all ready, as soon as I find a small box to ship the thing back in. The shipping label for the second one (the older one) has not yet arrived, so I guess it's time to harrass them about it. What I intend to do with two little cameras, I am not sure, but I'd rather have them around to deal with than not have them around. Who knows, maybe we can send one of them to Suzanne's parents so that they can take pictures and send them to us, rather than solely the other way around. My stepmother took a pretty good picture of me and Suzanne on Sunday, and I took a lot of good pictures around town while we were there. I continue to be blown away at how considerate and tasteful that new Nikon D50 is. It's almost time to get out of here. I'm driving the red Passat today, with all its bursty power and poorer mileage. I feel like I need to buy two of everything that I plug into the cars because I always forget the charger for the iPod, or the cassette adapter, or the GPS, or something, when moving from one to the other. Time to get the oil guys to come and fill the tank.
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