Tonight, a trip to the ‘investment counsellor’ followed by daughter Katie kicking me around my apartment and telling me to pack boxes – which I neglected to pick up from Jeff’s last night.  I feel totally useless and extremely sleepy.

Last night, Superbad.  Meh.  I just couldn’t channel my inner teenaged boy to enjoy this movie, although I have to admit the dialogue was great.  I just had forgotten how ******* horrible teenaged boys are…. this being an accurate rendition thereof.

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Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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