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You're cautious, a bit paranoid. You left the scene for the suburban married life, but somehow, touble seems to follow you and piss on your mornings. You are quick to share your point of view, but have no problems with giving in to the requests of wives and wolves.
Take the What Pulp Fiction Character Are You? quiz.
Okay. I could see that.
Up 'til three last night playing a fantasy boardgame with taucross, Patguy and others. It's definitely a truism that no fantasy boardgame can be completed in less than six hours.
House is cleaned up. I have slain the football-sized dust bunnies. The lint has been sucked from the rugs. Scum was removed from various surfaces with sprays and elbow grease. Boo yah. Mom's birthday was yesterday, and she and Dad will be stopping by, then we will go be all cultured and stuff and go see The Pirates of Penzance. In true Mom fashion, she is bringing food to make, rather than having us all just go to a restaurant. I guess that makes sense. My parents are at that age now where decided where to eat can take most of the afternoon.