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So the postage meter at work is broken. What does this mean? Nothing much, just that I can't send out work mail for a little bit, at least until they send us a new one. This boring bit of mundanity brought to you by the letters U,S,P and S.

I fell asleep last night hella early, probably because I wasn't going to see Batman again and was therefore bored. I also didn't work on my music project even though I rilly, rilly should. Anyway, dreamt that the Pistons lost the championship and it was so real and I was so bummed out in my dream that when I woke up this morning and saw the headline in the paper on my neighbour's doorstep I was all, "Duh, and stop rubbing the salt in the wound, freak." and then I realized that it had all just been a dream but it had come true so I'm not sure whether I'm precognitive or if somehow my unconscious mind influenced the Real World.

I will not be going to see Batman tonight, either, but that's okay as I should probably clean my apartment. Not that I want to clean, per se, but it seems the thing to do. I should probably go get some lunch and not survive on strawberries and whipped cream and ice cream sandwiches. Real food would probably be a good idea.

Back from Lunch: Had a burger, fries and ice cream sandwich, since I'm sure you were all deeply interested in my eating habits. Will now attempt to kill more time until I can safely leave for the day. La la la