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[ateolf]

yesterday: went to the apartment, did a little adding to the song (Machine Gun No. 1, as i'm calling it now, since it's the first song revolving around the machine gun guitar and its wussy wussy tuning...) Jacques and i wrote...Brad came over shortly after, which is cool 'cuz we don't get to hang out wif him nearly as often as we should...some playing of video games...David then came home from work...some sitting around and doing of nothing...we decided we'd go eat and made the big drive out to Bartlett/Cordova (30 min or so) to Steak 'n Shake...i finally got around to getting a Surge w/ chocolate syrup...it was as would be expected...got home far too late, partook in maybe 4 hrs of sleep...woke up late for work (i'm rarely not late on sundays so that's no big deal...) it was slow and i was able to read all of our many pages of assigned T. S. Eliot reading for my english class...(which means LOTS of free time, 'cuz amidst my reading i was required to take many many pauses, since ummm...it's T. S. Eliot...) got home, slept some more, wished to watch Futurama but only got football crap in its place...but i still got my Simpsons dose...then i sat around on my floor, on my computer for some more hours...my sister has friends over watching tv loudly...i dislike her friends quite a lot...but i don't care...not complaining...just felt like sharing since there's so little else for me to say...and now there's very, very little else for me to say...