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Woke up early this morning -- it's raining out, putting the kibosh on my plan to walk the neighbourhood and see if there were any for rent signs about. You can tell how much I wanted to do this to begin with. So, instead, I packed -- got one box packed and sorted out a pile of stuff I need to get rid of or scan or read or something. I put on some music to help -- bootlegged copies of Dragonstea Din Tei and Caramelldansen and Relativ, all three of which were stolen from YouTube music videos. R came out from his bedroom in the middle of Caramelldansen and got this look on his face. But on the other hand he owns and often plays a blues song in which a woman claims to be able to make love to a crocodile.

(This prompted much discussion of how, and whether this qualifies her to be A WOMAAAAAN as she claims. The crocodile's penis is bifurcated, isn't it? So would she use the tail? God forbid, the snout? AND WHAT ABOUT THE CLAWS.)

R has now fallen asleep to golf on TV, and I am hiding from the universe. *hides*

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I have a secret and shameful passion for Top Gear.

*sits and watches with popcorn*