Tis amazing how quickly I sometimes seem to forget bad times. (I have been feeling tired of this apartment and its dreariness; but only fourteen months ago, I was living in the Cunningham's camper and freezing my ass off. (This is so much nicer than that was it isn’t even funny.)) (I need to remember to appreciate how far I have come, instead of always dwelling on how far I have to go.)
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(8pm) Twas a different evening.
I ran into Carrie and Hunter on the way home from work, and ended up having dinner with them. (That was fun.)
I bought myself the albums "Stop making sense" by the Talking Heads and "Nine tonight" by Bob Seger. (Neat.)
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(3pm) I think I did ok on my test.
I went ahead and opened up a bank account.
Now I am waiting for the guy from the cable company to come by and hook me up.
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