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11.22.2003

 
19:45
i picked the bimmer up wed at lunch; cost $690.97. seems to do just fine now and has for the past few days. wed night i went out with malachi and kimberly to amerigo's. had a good time celebrating our trifecta of b-days. thurs no one remembered it was my b-day at work, which was expected. i made julie not tell anyone just to see if no one would remember for the whole day. thurs night juile and i hit started going home down I24 and it was stoved up, so i get off at harding and try to go home on a back road and it's backed up just as bad. so i turn around and try to go back over to m'boro rd to get home and it's backed up too. all this took about 30 mins or so. finally we just decided to stop at this restaurant and eat instead of fight traffic. the place/food was alright; nothing too spectacular, but julie told our waiter on the way back from the restroom that it was my b-day and bring over the most chocolate-y thing they had on the menu for dessert. so that was a nice surprise. it was some kind of tort-like brownie/ice cream thing with some cocoa nuggets on top or something. damn good though. then we came on home, watched Angel that i'd recorded the night before, and went to bed. just another day really. friday night we went over to erin's to help her pack/move to her new apt; she fixed us some pasta for supper, and i mooched a bunch of snacks as usual. today i went in to work from 8-1 pretty much as expected. after that i went back over to erin's to help her move more, but molly, derek, and julie had been there since 11 and had most of it done. so we did a few more things, then i put her computer together, organized some cds, and then we met back up with molly/derek for supper. after that julie and i just came home. we need to do some housecleaning tomorrow, and make the usual trek to wal-mart for some grub.
*sigh* so tired. the beginning of this weeks seems so far away now.

music: mogwai - rock action

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