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It's dark, it's soft with some pokey out bits some of which are sharp and hurt; it's like anyone else's head really.


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Sunday, May 20

Another Weekend

Yesterday on the way back from downtown Richmond, I drove. It was just Theanna and me in the car, I hit the soft shoulder twice once a lot, and once slightly, otherwise I did well. I'd like to get out there and get some more practice but the gas prices are so high, I don't know how much I'll be able to do.

Everyone else is cleaning the house at the moment; apparently there was "a plan." I was not privy to "the plan" and woke up about half an hour ago, when I went out to use the bathroom I said, in passing, to Theanna that she was like a whirlwind. She told me that this was "the plan" that "we" had talked about. The "we" was her and Melissa, in the living room, while I was in my room reading.

Since I wasn't part of "the plan" or included in the "we" I'm not feeling very inclined to get dressed and go help.

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