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Tuesday, August 3rd, 2004
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12:12 am - Huh...
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I can't golf. But you can't say I didn't try. Who needs 18 holes? Or even 9? 5 is plenty enough for beginners. Guh. Brilliant. Only a sunburn to show for all my valiant efforts...
In other news...yes, I'm wandering fandoms once again, so if you find me on your friends list and you can't seem to figure out why...well, now you know.
[Now for...Journal/Megan dialogue]
LJ: Say, Megan, aren't you the biggest angst junkie ever?
Me: Well, yes. Yes, I am.
LJ: Just wondered. You should write. You have some clever ideas!
Me: *snickering* Ha! This is all a ploy to make me write in you more isn't it, LJ?
LJ: *silence*
Me: Oh LJ, you of all...all...things should know that I suck spectacularly. Please stop your useless and vaguely insulting flattery!
LJ: *more silence*
[/dialogue]
[/severe weirdness]
current mood:  weird
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| Friday, July 30th, 2004
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12:45 am - Damnit...
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I don't know which freaking journal I want to write in.
This should totally not be a difficult decision. Because I'm sure within a couple of days, it will end up being "neither," so why bother anyway?
Well, since I've begun a this freakish moment of ranting...
( might as well continue... )
Huh. Well, maybe I'll be more cheerful tomorrow.
*isn't holding breath for the "welcome back to your neglected journal" party....for, well...obvious reasons*
current mood:  discontent
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| Thursday, January 22nd, 2004
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7:15 pm - Heh
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I used to write in this.
My paid account expired. Uh, oops. I feel that I'm a bad person in ways, yes.
Slash that features people completely out of character has begun to bother the crap out of me.
See, I remember now why I don't write here. I have nothing to say. Humm.
current mood:  okay
current music: the roommate's "Homework Music" *cough* nap music *cough*
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| Sunday, November 2nd, 2003
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11:29 pm - Today was one for the big crapper in the sky...
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Yes, so today, campus safety and security calls and says "One of our officers saw your car window was broken, so we want to take you out to your car and file a report." So being a smart kid and knowing I'm going to flip out hardcore, I say "come in a half an hour," and take a trip out by myself. Sure enough some jackass busted my driver's side window out completely and had a go at stealing my stereo (and yes, I flipped out hardcore but regained my coherence for the s & s guy when he came, just as planned...look at me all cool and calculating even when I'm losing my mind *sigh*). Unfortunately for them, they didn't quite succeed. My stereo foiled their evil plans. They left the front plate just sitting in my car, but I didn't realize that until I came back with the S & S guy. Unfortunately for me, due to their frustation at being unable to get my stereo out in any logical way, they just went and pried away at the thing until they screwed it over in unprecedented ways. =( Frankly I would have rathered they just taken the damn thing than have destroyed it beyond repair which I think they did, now nobody's going to get anymore use out of my $700 stereo system. F---ing bastards.
So today's been a rotten day unequaled by most, and tomorrow it's just going to continue because I have to take it out and vacuum all the glass out of it and then try to take it to the glass works to get fixed. And I'm just going to have to be in the presence of the busted stereo until Thanksgiving at the very least, and it's going to drive me out of my head. Just looking at it makes me half want to cry, just what the jackasses did to it. It's kind of like when the robot dies in that movie Short Circuit, like, it's just a chunk of metal, but somehow you managed to become emotionally attached to it over the years. Yes, I'm emotionally attached to my stereo in just such a way, and just as I cried for the Short Circut robot guy, I could cry for my poor CD player in such a mangled state....
=(
current mood: depressed
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(a song to sing)
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| Thursday, October 30th, 2003
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11:33 pm - Gone LJ Trick or Treating
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| My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul |
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| toadacious1 goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as A dog with insanely large false teeth. | | bluejbird gives you 9 dark blue chocolate-flavoured jelly beans. | | doodlbug tricks you! You lose 1 pieces of candy! | | invincible_once gives you 2 dark green cinnamon-flavoured pieces of taffy. | | kueble gives you 5 orange strawberry-flavoured gumdrops. | | ladydarkrose gives you 9 white chocolate-flavoured nuggets. | | lisaofdoom tricks you! You get a piece of string. | | stefsoleil gives you 12 light yellow root beer-flavoured gummies. | | sugarbama98 gives you 9 light green watermelon-flavoured wafers. | | thinkerofthunks tricks you! You get a dead frog. | | tricky_charmer gives you 19 teal mint-flavoured nuggets. | | toadacious1 ends up with 64 pieces of candy, a piece of string, and a dead frog. | | Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern. |
And Dood actually like *takes* my candy. Thanks Dood, you're a pal. =P But all in all, it looks like a good haul. And I didn't actually have to dress as a dog with really large false teeth.
In other news, no presents at my dad's side of the family's X-Mas celebration. I'm sorry....what? You say it's just going to be like one of those crap holidays my dad's side of the family make as an excuse to get together and eat all sorts of weird food that few normal people would consider making much less eating? Oh, I see. No money for gifts, but I bet the amount of weird food doubles. Anybody wanna lay some bets? [/bitter]
In other other news, this weekend is parents weekend, and I'm a college orphan. Better though, my parents are coming next weekend, so I can get them to buy me all sorts of cool stuff when there aren't thousands of other parents around! Muah!
In even other other news, what's with brinkster putting craptastical ads on my page, yo?
In exceedingly other other other news, my employer acts like she couldn't get by without me, but apparently has not even pondered the possibility of giving me a raise so I could actually get all that money the government has so nicely set aside for me. Work-study or slave labor? Should Megan just come right out and ask for a raise? You make the call, folks.
Ok, that's all the news. Now for some random inside jokes, cut to spare you from my weird sense of humor.
( Yeah, here they are. )
current mood:  amused
current music: Masquerade
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(a song to sing)
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| Monday, October 20th, 2003
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6:54 pm - Yeah...so...
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In just over a half an hour I will be ditching choir for other pursuits both studious and not so studious. And it was funny because Julia, my choir buddy, and I had lunch today and when I said that I wasn't going to choir, she said that she was going to tell me the same thing, so that was funny, and we're usually so good about going to choir. On that note, I've decided that my choral singing career at Gettysburg College will come to an abrupt end at the end of this semester because I seem to have developed serious issues with both directors and no longer actually care about being at rehearsal, and besides, my Mondays are going to be all kinds of crazy next semester. (But I'm going to have no Friday classes and no Friday work...it's like a long weekend every weekend! Imagine!!)
In other news, I plan on failing my History of East Asia mid-term tomorrow and I have been abusing my father's credit cards with more books for said class in which I am going to fail. Let me tell you, textbooks are the biggest rip-off there ever was. If you actually sell them back at the end of the semester, you get like 12 bucks for 10 bucks, but they can get away with charging your $50 for course packs that aren't even books. It's such a racket. Seriously.
On that note, I should probably actually study for this test, so adios.
current mood:  blah
current music: heh... "Getcha Some" Toby Keith
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| Saturday, October 18th, 2003
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10:42 am - A morning in the life of yours truly....
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Hey, remember me?
I'm Megan. I'm a student at Gettysburg College where I pay (or the government or my parents or the school itself...) $35,000 a year just to be tortured with massive amounts of reading and writing (but not so much arithmetic). Hence, my prolonged absence. Truly free time is sparingly delegated to things like watching must-see TV or those awesome New York Yankees kicking some Boston ass *ducks incoming rotten vegetables.* Yes, I do like the Yankees...and I believe my roommate and I are the only two on this campus that do. You have to be a real strong person to be a Yankees fan around here, oh yes. Even people who haven't given baseball the time of day ever were busy rooting for the Red Sox, and lemme tell ya, that's even more frustrating. But alas, it seems I'm rambling as I'm prone to do, but I'm allowed to do that because this is my journal and I'm a slacker who never writes in it, so anything I write should be of value, don't you think?
So anyway, today is hardcore food day (and hardcore work day) in my apartment. Meggan cooked a bunch of us some breakfast, and Angela's cooking us some hardcore Italian baked ziti for dinner. (*closet Yankee fan pops out* Pre-World Series foodage! *closet Yankee fan returns to innermost regions of Megan* And yes, the word of the day *is* hardcore. Thankyouverymuch).
And on this note, I must depart to read some court cases for my Constitutional Law Class. Uh...yay.
current mood:  dorky
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| Monday, October 13th, 2003
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1:30 pm - *shifty eyes*
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*sneaks out from behind large, empty refrigerator box*
Fanlistings bring me much temporary, artificial joy!
*scampers back behind box making you think this strange incident never happened and Megan's life is still on prolonged hiatus*
current mood: weird
current music: welcome to hell, your new home...
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| Sunday, August 10th, 2003
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10:00 am - Eh?
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Elijah left me...
....for himself.
Now that's harsh.
current mood:  confused
current music: um...fairly odd parents on TV.
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(1 song | a song to sing)
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| Saturday, August 9th, 2003
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8:06 pm - Happy Aunt's Day?
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Today was my cousin's self-proclaimed aunt's day which somehow entailed him spending incomprehensible amount of time with my family and attaching to me as opposed to his aunt today when we took him to an amusement park. The kid is 4 years old and so brave about the rides. Anything he was tall enough to ride that I said I would ride, he rode. Things I would never have even thought about at his age he rode without even seeming that scared. What a kid.
In other news, 2 more weeks until I go back to Gettysburg. Think I should start packing? Yeah, probably. Guh.
current mood: content
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(a song to sing)
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| Monday, July 28th, 2003
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9:03 am - Man, I'm an idiot...
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I just wrote this whole entry chronicling the events of yesterday (which I'm sure you're all sad to have missed), and then I lost it out of my own ridiculous idiocy which is a whole new way for me to get my entries all screwed up. So I guess I'll try to go in a whole new direction...
Like what's this crazy talk about Johnny Depp and the Chocolate Factory? I'm not sure whether I want this to actually happen or if I just don't even want to think about the possibility.
Even more ridiculous than this possibility is that my mom thinks that Nicholas Cage (or some sort of celebrity or something) bought something from her on E-bay because said buyer is somewhat shady and has made their feedback private even though it's apparently overwhelmingly positive. I, on the other hand, think my mom is looney and said buyer just wants to make her wait indefinitely for payment which is exactly what she's doing. *shrugs* Whatever.
current mood: amused
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| Saturday, July 26th, 2003
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11:33 pm - Yeah...so...
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You know what really blows? When people who you thought maybe kind of liked you at least the slightest bit suddenly remove you from their friends list for no apparent reason. That kinda smarts a little bit. What frustrates me even more is that I bother to care so much about it. I just...yeah.
So, yes, I just want to say that I really, really lurve you guys even if I'm too boring to think of worthwhile comments to put in your journals the better part of the time. You all entertain and amuse me and bring me great joy and stuff and I hope I occasionally do the same for you (however doubtful that might be). *sniffs* Don't ever leave me, ok?
In other news, Crystal comes back from Smith tomorrow, so I may soon develop some semblance of a life outside of the workplace!
And in even more news... I really, genuinely am starting to dislike watching movies. My mother and her business have finally broken me. *cries* Certainly there are some I continue to look forward to...as a matter of fact, I took her (against her will, would ya believe?) to see PotC, a decision I haven't regretted for a minute. You people all talking about it made me all jealous until I had to force her to see a movie of my choosing for a change. But damn...movies? I'm so sick of them. Is there something wrong with me here? =/
Hrm.
current mood:  frustrated
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| Wednesday, July 16th, 2003
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4:39 pm
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| Sunday, July 13th, 2003
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5:12 pm - Megan recs the world!
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Ok, so my mom started selling all these old(er) movies on E-Bay, so my dad and I have been mercilessly subjected to them very much of late. And can I just say The Gods Must Be Crazy and its sequel are just funny as hell. They're cute movies...in the best kind of way.
And can I just say something else while I'm at it? Why, of course I can. John Mayer's Room For Squares sounds so good in my car. Such a good sound. Such obsessive use of italics!
And the Monster Truck show is finally leaving town tonight! The drunken hicks recede back to their junk yards...wahooo! Won't miss 'em, nope. Monster trucks. How do you know you live in Hicksburg? Well, you've just gotten a clue.
And I saw the best movie last night. I'd never heard of it, but it had Kathy Bates and some guy whose name I should definitely remember right now but don't...and it was called Unconditional Love, and uh, it was so good. It was among the best feel good movies. And I thought it was going to be crap just like my mother has a tendency toward making us watch shitty movies just for the sake of having seen them. It's tough when your parents own a video store because, at a point, watching movies actually becomes like a chore...like a job for God's sake. Yes, I realize that you can't possibly understand my pain on this front. And yes, some keepers do come along sometimes...such as the aforementioned film feature. But sometimes, it's just like "Ugh, another movie? Don't you ever get sick of watching stupid movies on this stupid idiot box?"
Oy.
current mood: content
current music: I hate this song so much I won't tell you what it is...
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| Saturday, July 12th, 2003
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7:31 pm - Man, I'm a schmuck...
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I heart ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) doodlbug. Here she purchased my next six months of beautiful LJ use and I appear to disappear from the face of the earth indefinitely. Yes, my job ate me. Stupid job. Pretty stupid job. Stupid job that I have to work at 6 days out of 7 next week. And I let myself get scammed into working 2 hours today...my day off. *pauses, begins beating head against hard objects and screeching "Must not complain!"*
So, what was I saying?
Oh, yes, Dood owns my soul, and she should abuse it as I am quite unworthy of any and all kindness. I'm going to quit my job, go to Zambia, and commence building a shrine the to keeper of my soul.
I need...
to make myself some more icons. The current selections are beginning to bore me deeply. But I need to install PSP on this computer, and I fear that may do this thing in. Hum. The damn sound's already broken. Just ask musicdiamond as we spent a considerable amount of time debating the solution to the broken computer sound...which had no real solution and continues to be broken. Hum.
In other news, one of the residents of the nursing home where I work died the other day. It's not like I didn't expect it, but I was reading the obits in the paper and recognized a name. It's not like I knew her really other than, say, what she had for her 8 o'clock snack, but it's still kind of sad. Even sadder? They'll have the poor woman's bed filled in no time. It's weird for me who didn't even know her, I can't imagine what it must be like to be a nurse's aide or something and actually know people that have reached the age where they could be around for another 10 years or could die tomorrow. *sigh* And then when they're gone have somebody else right away.
Well, it's time to bring this shifty entry to an end and go eat some home made ice cream....presuming it comes out all right.
current mood:  thoughtful
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| Monday, July 7th, 2003
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9:00 am - Megan and the terrible horrible no good very bad day
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| Tuesday, July 1st, 2003
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11:06 pm - It's history repeating on and on....
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My job is a freak show. Like, really, a freak show. And my life has finally climaxed at "this jekyll and hyde luck will kill you before the summer's over and done with." I had to go into work today for all of 3 hours all because of an inservice on resident abuse that appeared to have nothing to do with me. I don't even see the residents the better part of the time. Now what are the chances of me actually a) abusing them or b) seeing somebody else abusing them? Regardless to get the elusive "raise," attendance was required (plus some time in the dishroom in advance just so I could go to the inservice so sweaty that my hair was actually damp like I just got out of the freakin' shower except without that fresh/clean smell). This all took place after the several laps I took around the block in search of a parking place that was doomed never to materialize. But some nice dude let me park in his driveway so I could endure the torture for a couple hours, so really I should stop complaining.
And my car breathed its last semi-healthy breath as I parked in good sir's driveway. Now it has reached the plateau of "this car shouldn't be driven by any who wish to live." So it's going to the shop tomorrow, and I'll be forced to bum a ride off my grandmother to that job I have that I love so much.
On a lighter and more cynical(?) note...have I ever told you fine people about the signs in my town and the idiots that make them? The speed limit is "strickly" enforced. Fourth street went Forth at some point. Keefer's Lane has seen every variation but the right (Keffers, Keffer, Keefes). Lowe street lost its e long ago making it feel pretty Low. At one point on the way to Bloomsburg it's 2 miles to Bloomsburg. At the next one closer, it's 3.
Welcome to Hicksville. We can't even make them there signs too good, nope.
Don't worry, kids, there's still 17 good days to pay for my journal here, so you can read my life's complaints indefinitely...or until I die...or you do. =P
Oh, and did I mention I have to work on the 4th of July at a job that has no real duties that aren't fabricated on the spur of them moment by various sadistic kitchen staffers? 4 hours was bad enough, but now it turns out I'm up for the whole 8 hours of fun. With no discernible job duties. Let the fun begin, eh?
current mood: whiny
current music: local weather on the idiot box
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| Monday, June 30th, 2003
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10:32 am - Yesterday was the worst day ever and tomorrow won't be better...
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I'm hoping my life improves during this two week cycle...I sure do, I do. The theme song of the last two week cycle (or so) was "The Worst Day Ever" Simple Plan. Seriously, every shitty thing that happened to me in the last 2 or 3 weeks, that freakin' song would pop right into my head and it's all like true...the "history repeating on and on." Among the highlights of the extended period of crappiness include almost getting into an accident coming down a hill that would have been completely and utterly not my fault, hitting somebody's gigantiferous truck in the nursing home parking lot (certainly my wussy little subaru gave and got no damage, but it was still distressing...the whole lapse in depth perception thing), and training somebody in a job I was barely trained in (and in the process, dumping a whole metal tray full of painstakingly individually wrapped brownies). So I'm hoping getting all this crap off my mind will encourage me to have a better week this week? Eh, it probably won't work, but I'll try anything.
You know what? I deeply envy people who say in their journal some variation of "ah, shucks, my paid journal time is coming to a sad, unsatisfying end," and the next minute one of their (anonymous) friends just goes and pays for like 6 months. That must rock. Maybe I should try it some time (mooching...not paying). =P Maybe now.
Aw, shucks, everybody. My paid journal time ends like...this coming month, I think, and I never even had the time to make it a pretty layout. Shucks.
*the sound of people hurrying to hide their credit cards and checkbooks*
...followed by...
*crickets chirping*
Eh...well... =)
current mood: cynical
current music: "One Week" Barenaked Ladies
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| Sunday, June 29th, 2003
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5:31 pm - Eh?
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I think my parents may have run off and left me. This would not be all so distressing if it didn't mean I'd be left with the house payment and the car insurance payment and the pool upkeep. My father disappeared at some point this afternoon for no apparent reasom, and my mother...? Gone to the grocery never to return. Needless to say, as I am chronicling my parents' comings and goings, I'm bored. Very bored indeed. I really had too much time off work this week, I think...
Ask me a question. No really. Ask me a question. Any question. I won't guarantee you an answer...but there's always that chance as I have little to nothing of substance to do. Any questions in your life you're dying to have answered? Need some Toad therapy? Some Toad trivia knowledge? Do you just want to save me from imploding out of sheer boredom? Do you have a suggestion for my new alternate personality? Let me know. I'll just be here chewing my toes off....watching paint dry....spinning my mom's desk chair around until I get dizzy enough to throw up...waiting for something interesting to happen to me.
current mood: blah
current music: the silence of my empty house
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| Saturday, June 14th, 2003
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9:39 pm - This entry brought to you by "worthless mental wanderings"
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