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waiting for fiveSaturday, May. 29, 2004 - 9:15 p.m.So it’s Saturday night and I’m sitting at home alone listening to Bach’s cello solo suites on my headphone amp: one of four headphones that I’ve built. And I’ve been patiently waiting the past week and a half for my fifth one to ship. Yes, I’ve gone and ordered a tube headphone amp kit. Yes, I’m such a geek. I have no clue what I’m going to do with all these headphone amps. I guess listen to them. I finished playing all my PS2 games, finished building all my projects, watched all my movies and now I’m stuck with nothing to do. It figures, everybody’s got their own thing to do and me with no date, in fact haven’t had one in over a year. Yes it’s just tragic. This morning I went into work just to make a weekend appearance and had junk food for the first time in months: junk food as in Wendy’s combo 1 with a coke. That was after filling up on gas for 90 freaking cents a litre. I got home by 2:00PM, had my burger and then went outside to sharpen the lawn mower. Yes, too exciting. This is one of those traditional reel mowers without the gas-sucking, air-polluting engines. So now the mower is darn freakin sharp and cuts grass like a mower outta hell and it sure would be nice if I had a decent lawn to cut. Okay so we have a shitty lawn, that’s the Madre’s problem. Our lawn is more like clumps of green grass surrounded by dead grass and bare spots. But you won’t see a cleaner cut piece of grass! Yeah so after an hour of sharpening, mowing, and attempting to rake up the dead grass I went back inside and puttered around a bit and fiddled with some cables and decided it was a good time to go running. I’ve been either sick or allergic-ing for the past 2 weeks so I haven’t been running. And even though I still have a bit of the snotty nose and the phlegmy throat, I thought I would tough it out for at least 5km. I survived but if anyone heard me I was making nasty gurgling noises with my nose and throat and probably sounded like I was drowning in my own snot. Lovely. Can weekends be any more exciting?
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