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AM tired

10:37am CDT Thursday 26 July 2007 (day 13638)

I'm pretty tired this morning, but have made it to the last of Craig Roshaven's workshops. I missed the second one, but early for the 3rd and 4th (this one).

Read Prophetic Imparitive by Richard Gilbert (also How Much do We Deserve).

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PM briefly

1:52am CDT Friday 27 July 2007 (day 13639)

  1. a bit of a nap

  2. out to youth camp for ultimate

  3. we lost, though when I went in as the score was 1 to 3, I left when the score was 4 to 4, and then we lost 5 to 6.

  4. Robin Dafineeeeeeee!!!

  5. pictures to Tina, showing pics to Lawren, then Jackie

  6. love feast

  7. swimming with Lawren and Sean

  8. about to go to silent football

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Shower

7:21am CDT Thursday 26 July 2007 (day 13638)

I took a shower last night, my first one at SWUUSI 2007.

I imagined I got to see Ami. We were all alone and I gave her a huge hug and many kisses kisses kisses.

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Silent Football

4:08am CDT Friday 27 July 2007 (day 13639)

Had a smaller game than I sortof expected, but I guess that's sortof to be expected, given that we started to late.. like 1am or more.

Core players were The Bloody Ninja, (*), Hi Gene Are You Blue Gene, Padre Donut En Mis Pantalones, (*), Mr Dobolina Mr Bob Dobolina, (*), and Mr Dictator.

The (*) represent Mental Floss, Mr Cellphone, and Yort The Fuckin' Terrorist, who played for not the whole game. Also, Miss Playa Hata made a brief appearance, but seemed to have forgotten all the rules.

During the game, I was hella tired, which caused much slurring of words, forgetting of names and crimes, and even misuse of words... like I said something like, "Mr Dobolina Mr Bob Dobolina has legs and therefore must use his hat..."

Mr Dobolina Mr Bob Dobolina said "it" when referring to a mental thread he pulled out of his head, but then explained that It was the name of the mental thread, and stood for Intellectual Thread.

In the end, The Bloody Ninja lost, and got to choose between not smoking, and streaking through closing circle tomorrow (with no explanation (at least not tomorrow)). He chose streaking, and said "maybe I'll quit smoking."

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