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Grrr.

Slept poorly last night and am now on a manic upswing with OCD frosting. I can feel Tourette's creeping up on me.

Hope I didn't freak out my neighbor too much this morning on the bus. She's quite cool, and I'd hate to have her think that I'm irrevocably batshit insane. In a bad way.

Also, must go bowling tonight. Thank heavens for whoever decided to put hand sanitizer dispensers on the wall of the bowling alley.

Also also, am writing up The Mattoon Sesquicentennial Experience for you, a true story of when we visited David Lynchland.

Riding the wave as best as I can,

b

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New Comic Day:

Awesome

Being the only person outside the bus terminal with the balls to shout at and get in the face of a forty year old man--who was shouting "You didn't have to kill my pet!" and brandishing a two-foot camping shovel--pushing around, literally, a seventy year old man :

Feels good, but dropped my faith in humanity by a good bit.

EDIT: Yes, I told the Illinois Terminal people, but I still feel like shit for not staying around longer. Am vaguely resisting urge to go back.