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Friday, May 24, 2002
 
So I met my father in Borders today. In Syosset. Which is an odd thing. I interrupted my silly book (stupid fantasy novel. Entitled "Destiny." How unpretentious.) and had an incredibly long conversation with him. Ranged from healthcare (again) to advanced math and lots of oddities in between, including me suddenly rushing about the store attempting to get scrap paper so I could write out basic music theory for my father. So now I think he's going to meet up with me there on occasion to talk. How oddddd.

Today I had another casualty amongst laundry. I have now *one* pair of jeans. My three old favourites all keeled over and died within weeks of each other. This last pair I'm now using as shorts... really, really short shorts. Well, not short by society's standards, I'd suppose, just mine. It's so blasted warm over here compared to school, though. And... time to drop off, I think.



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