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A hair before 5 p.m. on Thursday evening I heard the first peal of thunder for 2008. The bothersome aspect is that it fucked up the telephone line summoning the old noise demon who plagued me last year. Supposedly techs from Qwest will be coming out to check my line on Friday and in anticipation of this visit I'm going to have to get a new telephone wire so they can't say the wire's old and you have to replace it.

Oh there's been some bad news but I'm managing it quite well and it's really not troubling me. In fact I'm a happy person. Happy is such a weighted word because my perception of happiness is this manic, overbearing and essentially negative emotion which drives people away because people want other people to be low-key.

From reading that I still have issues. At least I'm aware of the fact.

Anyway my internet connection is fucked and I enquired about getting broadband which seems to be interesting but this isn't a pressing matter. Plus I'm wondering if I do get DSL will the line noise still fuck with my connectivity since I'm still using the phone company's copper?

I'm rushed, I'm rambling and I'll give you a dream.

Two tone hair is not attractive, it's trashy. If you want to be trashy get a fucking tattoo or puncture your skin with countless, unnecessary pieces of metal. Make a committment.

I'm coming home and there's an ambulance parked in the backyard. From the way it's positioned I reckon that the EMTs are there for the upstairs old lady. Once I'm in the backyard proper I spot that someone installed a door on the north side of the garage. A bunch of guys in uniform, I don't remember which uniform just that it's a uniform, are wrestling with something in the garage. The sirens blare and distract me from their shenanigans as the ambulance crashes through the fence and heads off to the hospital. Turning back to the other ruckus I see the guys are carrying a larger version of Tuxedo away down the driveway.