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A 24-Hr Chain of Thoughts

Yesterday, I met someone who has heard my voice from work-related phone calls, but never seen my face. As we shook hands, I introduced myself. "Oh! You look far healthier than I imagined you would!"

Later in the evening, I sat in the movie theatre and consumed a "dinner" of Cadbury Mini Eggs, gummi bears, and Bugles. Feeling gross, I thought to myself, "I think what he really meant is that I'm younger and more attractive than he'd expected. But that would have been a weird and even more awkward thing to say."

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Watched Hugo last night, finished reading The Invention of Hugo Cabret this afternoon. Quite enjoyed them both. Probably the first 3D movie I've seen in which I felt the added value of the glasses (note: I did not see Avatar in theatres), instead of wishing it were just a regular film. In the book, I like the angles and perspectives and general use of illustration. Also, I prefer the book's Isabelle to the movie's. All in all, you should check them both out. Don't be scared by the book's thickness; half of it is illustration.

Love the themes of belonging, purpose. Love the clockwork focus as well. I love clocks; it's hereditary.

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I woke up this morning singing this song. On the weekend, I told a friend about it as she relayed her story of a nice but far-too-young boy attempting to pick her up.

(I do draw the line at 23, because it is weird to think of dating someone the same age as or younger than my (bigger) baby brother.)

I also tried to tell my friends about this song by The Go Gos. My first attempt at singing the chorus was a miserable failure. Only after I youtubed it did they believe that I wasn't making it all up on the spot. Sigh. Career as a musician officially a no-go.


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Happy Birthday to my brother, Stephen. He wasn't impressed when I tried convincing him that "thirty is the new twenty." Enjoy the party at the Mandarin. Wish I could be there.

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Today was my first doctor's appointment in roughly three years. Follow-up appointments and referrals now in the works. Peeing into a cup is always tricky. And apparently, telling the nurse, "They usually draw blood from my right arm..." is too indirect. Instead of allowing a second attempt on my left arm, I calmed my voice and hid the tears in my eyes long enough to say, "Please. Use my right arm." It was a relief to realize she was using a butterfly needle for this go-round.

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Hanson concert is in nine days. I think it's time Nadine and I start queuing up the albums...

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I should eat dinner. Especially after last night's debacle.

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