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I rode with Robert in his road-stripe-yellow hotrod convertible Honda that he races on Sundays. Heh. Amy's party in Wharton was lovely, but the return time was out of my control and I would have liked to be at Sean's party, and not just to save Dan from bearing the outsider vibe alone. Instead, I met him at Sid and we talked a bit and ended up watching (with Burfy) Talented Mr. Ripley, about which I will now commence having nightmares.

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The post office has apparently not sent Nia's birthday present to her yet, but Elfwood has accepted it. That says something very bad about the post office. I promise it looks better in real life. Tell me what you think of the stained glass design, anyway.

Off to Roger's, probably salmon. Yay.