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Sunday, October 17, 2004

Hoo ha. Oh, it wasn't a bad road trip yesterday up to C-Town to see a Tibetan rinpoche speak. Overall. Remember that scene in Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones when Jango Fett is chasing Obi-Wan Kenobi in the asteroid belt and Obi Wan exclaims, "Blast, this is why I HATE flying!"?

Well, I know how he feels, especially when it comes to road trips. It really wasn't that bad a trip, except for a side trip that E and I probably shouldn't have taken. You can blame me, though -- it was really my idea. Once again, boned for trying to be nice. No good deed really does go unpunished, does it? Sheesh.

And, that's all I'm gonna say about it.