My drawer sounds like it's falling apart. I'm certain that I wasn't dreaming about the /crack/ I woke up to. When I get back from work, maybe I'll unstuff it of the backlog of games to play. Some papers are falling around the place due to furnace winds (what else do you call wind generated from a windowless room?). This is irking me because I'm a
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There were some bananas I was saving to make a banana cake. At least a week for them to look dark enough, but it was definitely worth it. I just had a slice with some ice cream on it. I'm going to be a whale if I keep eating stuff like that before bed. But I want to make it again, so maybe I should buy some more bananas. Ah, but my sister likes
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I just spent a fun week making a hermit of myself both online and offline. For the former, I simply chose to not log in to anything anywhere, post as an anonymous when possible, and ignore my RSS feeds; refreshing, but nervewracking as some of these things were overwhelming to catch up on. Maybe more on this later.The latter? Blankets, food, a book
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I hate Edmonton. Not all the time. Sometimes I remember my obligatory need to fawn over the city I grew up in. Then I also remember the several reasons why I'd love to just ditch Edmonton, and even move to the enemy known as Calgary. Forget the homely nature of this city, the multiple festivals (I wonder if there are any running right now), and
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My body is still running on poorly-cooked salmon from two nights ago. I'll try to remind myself to bring a bottle of antacid or what-have-you-cure-alls the next time my sister invites us over for dinner. It was one of those sweet gestures for the family to get to know the guy she is living with a bit better. While it's fine to mend family ties, I
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Spoke with my older sister regarding the whole family tree matter; best advice is to contact the relatives. I did come across a genealogy for the first C***** to come to Zacapa (which is where my father was raised, as well as his father before him). Also found other junk which is likely to lead to a dead end. *le sigh*
I think we've finished moving by now (save for the still-packed boxes I own that reside in our basement), and I'm fairly sure we've all changed our addresses so our mail doesn't end up in the wrong hands. Although if the new tenants of the old rat shed happen upon an issue of Office Pro, I may have inadvertently created a rival in my future career
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