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Friday, February 18, 2005

a mind is a terrible thing

Stuff I learned or figured out this week:

  1. That guy? At the gas station? The one pointing and honking? Was trying to tell me that my gas cap was hanging off the back of my car, because I apparently drove off with a gas cap dingleberry yesterday. I figured it out about 40 miles later. So, um, thanks for trying, dude.
  2. Rain makes my commute truly hellish. Two hours getting home last night.
  3. My new spiritual director rocks like a hurricane.
  4. My amazing powers of procrastination are growing stronger. Soon I will control...well, nothing, because I won't get around to it.
  5. I can admit to being really anxious all the time and people will not fling monkey feces at me.
  6. I miss the fairy godchild!!! Ok, that wasn't a new revelation, but it's true. I miss having her mom around here, too, because she is the Voice of Reason, and I need more of that.
  7. Flights to Knoxville got really cheap for no apparent reason, so Dennis and I are now booked for a trip in June. He'll go to Bonnaroo, and I will spend time with the family, including a trip to Kentucky to scatter my grandmother's ashes at her favorite golf course. If we can't get permission to do this, we're going to be all guerilla and do it anyway. Because Virginia raised a bunch of rebels, she did. I just hope none of her ends up in the sand trap; she would hate that.

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