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So here's where I was last night:

http://minnesota.publicradio.org/display/web/2008/09/02/slideshow_protests/

3rd picture in the slideshow.

If not for my lagging to turn and watch the cops advance behind me, if I had been 50 feet further along, my account would have matched this reporter's

http://rakemag.com/mayhem-mickeys-diner

Which still doesn't match what's going on right now:
http://blogs.citypages.com/blotter/2008/09/breaking_tensio.php

I have no idea how this ended up all in quotes.

Mickey's Diner seems to be a hotbed of evil. It seems like every bad "Hey look, we're from Minnesota" Disney film ends up featuring it. It's also the scene of two other not-so-happy incidents tonight:

I think I should be Dr. Horrible for Halloween, but I have no idea how to start on a costuem.

Today I have:

used the following phrases:
"Schrdinger's crunk" and "You're all talk, no alcoholism ... Where do you want to be when the Vogons come to build their hyperspace bypass?"
discussed with a friend, in vulgar detail, various t-shirts one might print to attract the ladies at the RNC and related party crashings (while not getting confused for a log cabin Republican) (involved Op/Ed...
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While this is definitely a reflection of the alcohol in my system, I pretty much fucking hate life right now.

Found this while I was checking a hotmail account:
http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/25197962/

I would be lying if I said that wouldn't help explain a few things. (*cough*Not strictly an admission of guilt*cough*)

This last week I've been on jury duty, and up to my ass in scientific studies, and usually the same 3 over and over again. So because at this point I'll take any distraction, and...
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My brother got married this last weekend. I now have a sister-in-law who is very sweet. The wedding was good fun; I saw a bunch of family I hadn't seen in years, so it was part wedding and part family reunion. Good with the bad: I wish Olivia had been there. I really wanted to introduce her to everyone. We broke up earlier last week,...
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Damn you rum! Damn you!

It's been a week now since Olivia and I had a fight, and the words we've exchanged since wouldn't fill half a cocktail napkin. A lot of what's going on is redirected anger, and while I'm surprised that it could work out this way, I'd say that the relationship is in danger of ending. I don't know how I feel about that.

In penance for utterly forgetting Saint Patrick's Day this year, I give you Previously Recorded:

"Yeah, hi, Patrick? It's Jesus. Listen, next week is the anniversary of my death and resurrection, and I don't want to be a bitch, but...oh, I'll just come out and say it: I don't like sharing. Look, you can take this Saturday if you want. Patrick?"

"Benny! Baby, Popester, it's...
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