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Friday, August 1st, 2003
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2:30p
We packed my little brother off to church camp early this morning. Now, the trick is to forget to pick him up again.
Actually, we forgot to pick him up from camp last year, but he called us and made hemming noises. Curses! This modern technology!
He got me to trim his bangs before he left because they were about half an inch in his eyes owing to having gotten so long that they weren't really curling. I'm not really certain why he vested so much trust in me. He said he sure as hell wasn't doing it himself, nor letting Thue do it, and that left me.
I am cataloguing all my books with the assistance of this program, which does everything for you once you type in the ISBN number, assuming of course that it has one. Many of my books do not. I am starting to hate these books. Also the ones that only have it on the inside cover. The ones that have it on the spine are the best.
current mood: gloomy
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3:50p
Holy shit that thunder was right above our heads.
current mood: scared
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