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Aug 27, 2006 23:16

I met a homeless man named Myles today.  He was clean, didn't smell atrocious and was pretty sober.  I told him I would bring him leftover mac and cheese in the morning.  That means I have to do dishes and cook, which is exactly why I said I would do it.

Dolce misses me at home.  She has so much energy when I get in that I can't keep up.  I still think I sould get one more, but that just cements the fact that I'll die alone with 80 cats.  Damnit!

Right, I need to try and eat something.
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