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I got an email from my bank with a survey asking me to evaluate my recent in-bank experience (i.e. - going and getting a bunch of loonies and quarters for laundry on Saturday)

They must be very desperate for feedback.

I indicated that no mistakes were made.
 
I want My Daddy's Records

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There have been air shows going on around here this weekend. I assume they are for the CNE in Toronto, but stuff spills out here which is not far away. I just watched a very loud, super-techno looking flying machine out my window. It looked like the Stealth bombers I have seen on TV but it really was very loud and unstealthy so maybe it wasn't that.

Whatever, it flew along for a bit then banked sharply and smartly and headed back to T.O.

Only point is, in terms of a random thought: I have never really cared much about air shows.



That is all.
 
I have this stupid thing where I attach feelings to inanimate objects. I can't help it. It was much worse when I was a kid but some of it still lingers and I imagine it will never go away completely.

Example: I was taking my bicycle down to my locker - and I felt bad for it. Like maybe it didn't understand what was going on and why it was being left alone in the dark for who-knows-how-long.

I have just had my old furniture taken away today - the new stuff gets delivered tomorrow - but I felt bad for my old recliner and sofa for abandoning them after these decades of faithful service.

I still get rid of shit. In fact I can be quite ruthless about it. I just say fuck it and my intellect takes over and shit gets chucked. I just power through whatever pointless feelings.

But the feelings are there.


It's stupid.
 
Rice is good. I used to make a mean rice creation. I would do up some rice and chop up all kinds of random stuff into it with plenty of butter and pepper and whatnot.

Sit down with a fork and have a big heaping plate of rice creation.

Haven't done it for a long time.
 
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