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Friday, November 11, 2005
Twenty Hours In

It's been a long day, as they start very early in my case. It's pretty sad seeing 2300 and being utterly exhausted. But it feels like a good day. I can sleep tonight, if I wish.

I worked today, and then spent the balance of the afternoon and evening at a friend's house. We watched TV and played video games, and I have no idea what is going on in the world right now, and I don't care to know at the moment. My friend broke his foot playing basketball the other night, and is hobbling around in a boot, using crutches. It is difficult not to make him the object of pointed ridicule, but this is a good person, so I do my best. Actually, if I were to find myself homeless, with no money at all, he'd put me up indefinitely, and you will not likely ever have many better friends than that.

So, jambalaya was made, shrimp was eaten, and it was a good day. There were others there, of course, small people who also make life worth living, and they ate toll house cookies, and begged for more.

I'm so tired right now that I am forced to concede that I'm quite happy. I hope you had a good day, too.


posted at 11:10 PM

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