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06/16/2008: "Pointless Filler #27"

A couple things happened this past weekend. First, my streak of not drinking pop was broken. It had been 10 months. Even though I didn't set out to never drink pop again, after a while, you realize it's been so long and you start thinking, wow, it's been so long, I have to keep this record going. Kind of like if you've got some junk around the house that probably should be thrown out. If it sits there long enough, you can't get rid of it. It becomes nostalgia. Some kind of historical artifact. (Well, I still have my other, unintentional streak: it's been 11 months since I had any alcohol.) Hmm. Now that my no-pop streak is history, maybe I should chug those Vanilla Cokes sitting in my fridge since last year. Sweet, delicious Coke. What's that? You want me to drink you?

The second thing was that I scratched my rims parking on a downtown street. Not my beautiful rims! Blast you, unyielding curb! At least it's on the passenger side so I won't see it very often.

Oh, yeah. And my sister got married. That leaves 4 of us kids who have never married (and 5 who have). If there's some kind of prize for being the last one standing, I probably have a pretty good shot at it. What's that? There is a prize? Oh, a lifetime of peace and happiness. OK, if that's what you say, I have no reason to doubt you, voices in my head.