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neurological dryer lint

dirty deeds... and the dunderchief

 

they don't believe me

i'm definitely starting to realize how much i need recharge / decompression time after being around a lot of people for extended periods. never thought i was like that - but sunday night i was on edge and driving home from renee's i fumed, angry about a hundred little things that weren't going my way. things like my coke bottle falling over in my cup holder when i made a sharp turn. or thinking i lost my shuffle for the second time. or that i forgot to go to the store for milk again. things like that. but after i'd been home and by myself for about 30 minutes i'd calmed down. then i tried to fix my chair, to no avail, and the RPM's started to climb again.

geez.

social interaction overload syndrome

does that sound legit?

we also hammered out a 75% complete guest list last night, we're at 320 right now before renee's parents' list. hmmm.

and we watched ray which was for some reason struck me as a tragically depressing movie. for a dude that smiled so much, too.

listening to: the flaming lips - yoshimi battles the pink robots

 

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