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Friday, August 20, 2004

well, I got better...

First of all I need to point out that this is my fourth entry today. Don't miss the previous exciting episodes of Blissful Contentment. Yours FREE, no purchase necessary, for a limited time only (well, except for that "limited" part). Today, as my loyal reader might remember, started out at about a 9.8 on the suckiness scale; it has improved until I don't even want to maim anybody anymore. Wow. Who'd have thought. Also, if the title of this post makes you think of newts, you are my new hero.


Tonight I went to the valley to get a birthday present for my dad, and a few little miscellaneous things. Of course, this meant WAL-MART. Wal-Mart is the crown jewel of the miscellaneous. I got: cereal, a fishing pole, feminine hygiene supplies, teabags, cat food, and laundry stuff. And I didn't even scratch the surface. I have always thought it should be some kind of late-night college-kids' game, where you have to go to Wal-Mart and whoever spends a certain amount of money and comes out with the most diverse selection wins the prize. Another great game would be the Dollar Store Bizarreness Challenge -- my friend Jenn and I thought this up while we were in the 99c store over the weekend. It's simple, whoever buys the strangest thing in the dollar store wins. That late-at-night slap-happy feeling makes these games much more fun.


After I shopped, I went to Panda Express. Panda Express always sucks me in when I'm in the city alone and need to eat. I'll think I'm going somewhere else, but when I drive by it traps me in its patented Kung Pau Chicken tractor beam and before I even realize it I'm standing at the counter saying, "Two-entrées, packed to go [in case of leftovers], chow mein noodles, kung pao chicken, black pepper chicken, thank you." I have to get hot, spicy things there because when your mouth is on fire, you don't notice that you're drinking (blecch) Diet Pepsi. Until the fire subsides, and you're driving out of the parking lot with just a few wisps of dragonish smoke coming out of your nostrils, and you take a sip from your to-go cup and almost spew because finally you realize that you've been consuming carbonated paint thinner. Oh well. No place is perfect. Not even Panda Express.


On the way home, since I was alone in the car, I tested the limits of our stereo system once more, this time discovering that volume level 27 is absolutely perfect for the Winter section of Vivaldi's "Four Seasons." The cellos go right through to your spine. You all should try it.

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