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My father is having some sort of get-together here tomorrow. He's willingly inviting people he likes over to spend time in this dump. I can't wrap my mind around this one. He's even cleaned it up-- admirably-- but it's still an overstuffed dump. I plan to see Bowling for Columbine during the grand event.

I miss Mint Manor. I wonder if Gina's parents are having fun. I wonder if I'll get to meet them. I wonder if they're even still here. I can't remember how long they were staying.

I am developing Martian Lip again. I think I caught it from my mother this time. My mother gave me herpes. I think I'll print it on a tee-shirt.
Luckily I'm in the States, where Abreva is cheap and abundant. (The last time I suffered from Martian Lip was in Swedish Paradise. I just reread all of my old blog posts from my trip. That was a magical time, before death, marriage, divorce and poverty intruded.)

There were over 250 episodes of M*A*S*H made. I have not seen the majority of them. So why do they keep playing the same episodes over and over? And I don't even care.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:08 PM | shower me with attention