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THE END (FOR ME) IS (ALMOST) NIGH
Mark your calendar for July 7, 2057. I might die. I have a 7% chance of dying of auto-fellatio.

WOMEN. FEH.
That is all for now.

FEELIN’ HOT (HOT HOT)
Looks like our air conditioner is back to its original, non-working state. It can get pretty uncomfortable in here when it’s hot.

GETTING SOME?
Alright, take a look at Darren touching Jen’s cat.

HOUSEWARMING PARTY
Earlier this night, I attended a nice little party for Stacey’s and Jen’s new apartment. We ate some food, played some games and listened to music — the typical stuff. At one point a little after I arrived I was feeling creative, so I created some haikus for their magnetic powetry on the refrigerator. Here it is. More pictures to follow.

THIS IS…

WHEW
Thank god it’s Friday. What a strange few days I’ve had recently.

Interestingly enough, Princeton Video Image, the people you’ve heard about on the news recently — the guys who are the masters of real-time digital video insertion and product placement — are only six miles from where I live.

CURRENTLY LISTENING TO…
Gustav Holst: The Planets. I’m in a Mars kind of mood today.

We all know that the price of gasoline in this country has been higher than normal lately. Will it go down? What’s the incentive for the oil companies to lower what they charge? Everyone’s still buying gas because they have to. They will buy gas whether the price is $0.99 per gallon or $1.99 per gallon or even more. You can’t just boycott gasoline — it is too much a part of everybody’s lifestyle.

Take me, for example. I pay more than $150 a month on gasoline, just to get to and from work.

UP AND COMING STATE QUARTERS
Ladies and gentlemen, the finalists from New York, Ohio, Indiana, and Louisiana!