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I went over to R's yesterday afternoon, to hang out and watch the Notre Dame-Stanford game and eat lots of takeaway. We had a good time, but if there were any especially quotable moments I've forgotten them. We also watched a film called Kandahar, about an Afghani journalist returning to Afghanistan after years of absence to try and find her sister, who sent her a letter saying she would kill herself during the next solar eclipse. The journalist has three days to get from the Iranian border to Kandahar to save her sister, traveling incognito under a burka.

R fell asleep about halfway through and I finally gave up when the significant pauses between characters and the incredibly repetitive dialogue got to be too much for me. He texted me this morning to ask if I survived it and I told him no. Apparently you never get to see if the journalist makes it to Kandahar to save her sister. On the one hand I get it: the journey, the experience of Afghanistan under the Taliban, is the important message. On the other hand, seriously, that was a really boring film with no apparent climax or denoument. I'm positive there are better ways to document the cultural wealth and material poverty of Afghanistan.

ANYWAY. This post is just to say that I haven't fallen off the face of the Earth.

I will admit that the peanut-butter-and-apple pie tastes better the day after it was cooked; apparently it really needs to be served cold.

I have to go back to work tomorrow. I like my job and all, but I really like staying in and watching movies while eating mediocre pie, too.

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REMEMBERED ONE!

So, R went to his 10 year high school reunion on Friday night. He kind of had to, since as the class president he organised it. I missed mine, which is just as well since I've no real desire to return to high school. He said it was fine, a little weird, and that someone had assembled a photo montage...

R: There were a lot of pictures of me.
Sam: Were you the prom king? You were totally the prom king.
R: Yeah, I was.
Sam: Class president, star football player, prom king...god, you were the guy I hated in high school.
R: And don't think I wasn't very conscious of that. I thought about wearing a hat.
Sam: To protect yourself from thrown things?
R: To hide how bald I am.

Poor lad. He's very sensitive about how much more forehead he has now.

Also, I am watching the new Doctor Who animated cartoon, "Dreamland", and I have to say I'm enjoying it way more than I have the last few live action episodes in the franchise. I'd feel guilty about this, but frankly it's nice not to be clenching in anticipation of someone's horrible death.