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Sunday, November 25, 2007
holla
The prodigal journey to the choir wasn't as awkward as I expected it to be, despite most of the usual crowd still missing in action. Carols as always are beautiful, and so is the company. Dinner, followed by supper which revolved around the story of a flying stone and a Merc. My, that was one story. Midnight deserts at Haagen Daz is something I gotta get used to considering that I usually have them in the evenings.
Cab home and zonked out immediately. Woke up with that funny feeling that the ice cream was still making its way down my insides. Then the (many) journeys to the washroom, I felt like some townlink bus taking the same routes to and fro. Other than a cancelled trip to town to celebrate Zach's birthday, my usual routine wasn't that badly affected. I was still able to watch my DVDs, spend hours on the Playstation and sleep!
Ah, I'm getting used to bumming around.
ok... i am off...
Mumbled @ {10:33 PM}
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