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I have just returned from Lake City after giving my dress to a funny Spanish lady for to fix. She'll have it done by Friday, and I was too much of a wuss to ask how much it's going to cost. At this point, I just want it done.
And I drove there, which was entertaining because I drive so seldom. I got gas for the first time in months and I must say that it runs much better with more than 1/8 tank of gas in it.

I took four naps yesterday, one right after the other. I started out laying normal on the couch, woke up and decided no more napping, turned the other way, woke up again, sat on the floor where my two couches meet, woke up one more time, and lay on the floor. I haven't napped that much since high school, and I still managed to get to sleep before 2 am.

We saw SuperSize Me last night, which disturbed me most highly. My brothers are those kids...they can roll faster than they can walk.

Pete and Jonas may come for a visit in September when the robot convention thing happens, so hide all your attractive single friends.

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So this is last night's dream:

My sister (?) announced that she was getting married and so, not to be one-upped, I announced that I was too, to my best friend Hugh Grant. My dress and shoes were blue, but at the last minute I saw a cockroach and there was a thunderstorm, and Hugh and I decided that I should instead get married to this other guy who was sometimes Eric, sometimes Jon, and sometimes Pete. And then I woke up.