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i just told boy that i'm going to california, land of snickerdoodles, doggies, and mary.

he grinned and laughed. i told him that if he wanted ride shotgun, i'd drop him off at graham's (old roomie, good friend).

i think he actually contemplated it for a few seconds before turning his attention back to work.

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sometimes i feel like rewriting the declaration of independence (making it more timely), gathering signatures of like-minded thinkers, and mailing it off to the triumvirate of bush, cheney, and ashcroft.

i wonder what would happen if i did...

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i'm loved by this 'splodey cat who comments in kathy's journal.

i'm so incredibly lucky.



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so, old buddha feet was wondering what we'd have for supper. we decided to fend for ourselves.

then i had a thought... "eh, ol' buddha feet... if you make a condensed cream of celery soup, i'll make seitan-broccoli casserole."

"whee-hah! yes!" exclaimed old buddha feet, who walked into the kitchen after he printed off a recipe for condensed cream of celery soup.

when he finished, i mixed frozen broccoli and peas with chopped up seitan, and canola mayo. then we topped it off with sliced indiana colby and bread crumbs.

it's in the oven right now. in the meantime, boy is sitting quietly, encouraging his feet to become buddha-like.

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i'm drinking red fusion. it's okay, kind of tasty in a generic dr. pepper kinda way. a bit more cherry flavor in it, i think.

i won't go out of my way to buy it again, since it contains sodium benzoate. sodium benzoate makes my fibro pain much more intense. since i'm already flaring, i figured it couldn't get much worse. i'm always wrong when i think that, but sometimes i don't care.

i wonder if boy's buddha-feet-time is disturbed when i sing along with the meow mix commercial...