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We went as a gang to see Pirates last night-- me, Linn, Oscar, Emma and Linn's mom, Berit-- having dinner first at the food court at the mall, with much switching of conversation from English to Swedish and back again. It was a lot of fun until halfway through the movie, when I realized that my watch was gone from my wrist. You know, the one Terry gave me for Christmas, the one that a group of strangers helped me fish out of a subway grate back in May. So that really dampened the night for me. I know I lost it somewhere between the food court (when I checked the time half an hour before the movie started) and the movie theatre. I'm going to go down there, preferably with an interpretor in tow, and ask mall security/information if anyone's turned it in.

I think God just likes me to lose things. But it would be a very mean trick for Him to let me fish it out of a subway grate and then lose it in so careless and ordinary a fashion, at the mall. In Sweden.

If I do get it back I am getting that clasp fixed. Or made better. Or glueing a teeny strip of velcro to it or something.

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