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Yesterday Soccer practice was cancelled again. It's already a month into the season and we've had only one practice. I wonder if we have practice tomorrow. Doubtful. And if no practice then will we have a game? This is not what I signed up for. As a result of the absence of practice, I went to San Francisco to meet mom and see Tristram Shandy. It is probably one of the weirdest ways to make a movie I've ever seen. Obviously not the weirdest one, but perhaps the weirdest ideas. Robert Brydon and Steve Coogan were hilarious.
We ate dinner before hand, that was nice. The first time I've ever had french fries with sage. A yummy combination. This week has been very difficult for me. So going to San Francisco was, at least, a good tension reliever. Also, because you totally care, I've been able to start doing art again. I think I'll scan in my latest piece, because it cracks me up.
I've been slaving away over a 21 Jump Street fic, if I post it, would you guys read it?
To whom it may concern . . .I asked a person today how she was doing and she said, with a straight face, "Everything is terrible, I can feel all my pain rising like bile in my stomach." O-kay. That's a little emo.