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"Shredding the instructions for the shredder.  Talk about your mind blowing irony.  Now where's that speed control?"  - Mr. James, Newsradio

My father cleaned out his file cabinet last night, so I volunteered to put all his stuff he didn't need through the shredder today.  It's surprisingly cathartic.  There's just so much noise and destruction.  Good times.

I have to take my mother to the doctor this afternoon.  Apparently, her head hurts.  I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that she was drinking all night last night.

Oh, fuck it, I don't want to talk about that.

I'm going to stop by Joann's on the way to pick her up (surprise, surprise, I know), cause they're having their big spring sale.  I've got a bunch of finished handbags and no fabric to line them, so I figure I'll pick some up, then play with yarn.

I have an audiobook in my room right now that's read by Tim Curry.  God, I love that man's voice.

Suppose I'd better start getting ready.