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It is a little sobering, isn't it, when you start reading down your LJ list and there are just so many people out there? I remember James dad went on a blind date with some woman to a Chinese place. A friend of ours was there, as it was sort of a group outing to make it less awkward. She told me how Rishard started ranting at the table about how the FBI and the police artificially inflate the rape stats to make men feel guilty. His date never called back.

It's on my mind, all the time. What happened to me, what happened to everyone else.

Every day it is harder to get up. I hit the snooze button two or three times, which I never used to do.

I should really go to work now.

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The mail always brings flyers from HEB that make me crave a bowl full of shrimp. I want shrimp, damn it. Next time, I will buy shrimp.

It also brings credit card offers, catalogs for mens clothing and kitchen supplies, and postcards from my insurance company.

I bought glass jars, and a new pot for the basil plant.

I want a home with tile floors.

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I love Munch. I really do. I want to buy him a drink.

It's after 9pm, and it's 91 fricking degrees. The heat index this afternoon was way too high for my comfort.