Sarah is off in North Dakota doing whatever it is that one does in North Dakota (hint: nothing. There is nothing to do in North Dakota). I don’t want to forget what she looks like, so here are some pictures of Sarah that I have taken during the last month.
This is Sarah in front of the building where Leo Kim lives. The reclusive photographer has himself never been photographed.
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A couple of weeks ago, right before finals week, I hosted a makeup Thanksgiving for the previously-sicker-than-dogs Keathlys, my Mom, her husband John, and Donald and Chandler. It went well and dirtied every matching dish that I have in my apartment. Sarah photographed the whole deal, so I’ll use her photos for once.
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The dentist said that despite my fifteen year moratorium on visits to the dentist, my teeth are okay, having only one spot of decay in a single wisdom tooth. I will return on Monday to have my teeth cleaned (possibly through four individual visits, with one “quadrant” cleaned per visit) and that one cavity filled. Then, all of my teeth will be broken out and replaced with chiclets. I might be just imagining that last part.
Apparently I missed something by going to work on the 18th: a car chase ending with a flipped pickup right in front of my building — practically on the front stairs. If I would have known, I would have stayed home and made popcorn to watch.
I wouldn’t have found out about it except that I had ridden on CJ’s bus last week, he mentioned it in the same post as his mention of the accident.
I’ve been sick a couple of times already this winter. Fortunately, I have not had to use the english in the following video:
I’m afraid that your stock pot has been stolen by Smelton McNasty and his turkey Turkley.
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“We could use some help moving,” read Chandler’s email. Her email mentioned two pianos, some boxes, hard cider, and “other vittles.”
“I hope that ‘other vittles’ includes a sixer of suds,” I replied. “‘Beer’ to you,
or more appropriately, me.”
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