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Trivia Knowledge of Doom
March 19, 2004, 11:38 a.m. In a few hours, my parents will be home, and so will end my Reign of Sloth. In fact, it’s already sort of ended – the shared living spaces of the house are quite clean and spiffy, with just a little bit of fraying around the edges to make it look ‘worn in’, like we always live in this sort of near-showroom-bliss (although my bedroom is still a pigsty, but we’ll just close the door on that and forget about it). But, they are bringing the Puppy back with them, so it’s a ‘Yay!’ on that front. I miss my Puppy. Apparently she went swimming while they were away, and they got pictures. I can’t wait – she’s a fluffy yuppy puppy (a Maltese) so whenever we give her a bath, and her fur gets plastered to her skin, she ends up looking like a freaky little rat-dog, with too big eyes bulging and a pointed little snout. But anyway, I’m sure you don’t care to hear my lathered up gushings about my Puppy. I have much reading to do, so I should go and, you know, do it, but I would just like to say: slapping a guy up-side the head, exclaiming “Stupid, fat hobbit!” and knowing over just which town the crusaders declared “Kill them all; God will know his own,” seems to be a way to win friends and influence people at SUMS. (PS Ellie and I have adopted a Stray Texan. She’s cute, and short, and with a lovely big smile. I’m not sure, but I think I shall just nickname her Stray Texan.)
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