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I have been needing some energy of the liquid persuasion so I have been "utilizing" the drive thru at the Dunkin Donuts . I have not only noticed that every DD is owned by Indians but they ALL have tips jars in their windows/counters. Since when do we tip exceptional service for fast food?

I FINALLY dropped off my other laptop to get fixed. I broke the screen during my trip last summer and have toyed with fixing it myself WAY too friggin long. Get ready for some pictures :)

I vividly remember how disappointed I was at the outcome of the pictures I took. The greatness of what I experienced firsthand can never be documented accurately in one dimension. The fact that the computer was out of commission gave me time to accept the fact that it had no reflection on my ability to take a decent picture it is merely the fact that the medium has limitations and will never have the ability to express every facet of the journey through a series of photos. Only I will know....unless I write about it. :)

My daughter turned 26 on the 12th. We are going down town to celebrate. It's her choice but I would love to go to the Brazilian restaurant where they carve the meat right from the sword tableside. I am feeling unusually carnivorous...

I had the boy(the severe Mentally retarded young man I take care of) in a family handicapped bathroom at the mall the other day to change his stinky diaper. The boy LOVES to just randomly scream at the top of his lungs and flail his arms. He decided to let loose in the industrial tiled single room attached to a 30 ft industrial tiled corridor LEADING to the bathroom. I am sure he was heard through out the mall. A young girl yell outside our door "you's OK in there?" I answered back,"Yes, we are fine". After getting him back to normal and washing up we opened the door and there stood a 9 yr old black girl with her arm around her younger brother. She was dressed in colorful juvenile clothing and hair adorn with little plastic barrettes, arm rested firmly around her little brothers shoulders.VERY unsure of what was going to come out of the bathroom. Not sure if she stayed out of concern and/or curiosity but stuck around to make sure things where OK for the boy. She is my hero.

Someone gave me issues of Life magazine dating back to 1964. I am amazed at how human beings treated eachother back then. To think I was alive during the change.

Planning a NYE bash at The Townehouse (since I usually have it at my home and I am currently homeless). 30 of my closest friends, private room, butlered hours d'vours, copious amounts of coffee and prime rib..a disco ball...some dancing..some noise makers. These are the people who carry my sorry ass when I am at my worst. They deserve prime rib.
My shitty attitude has been restored to civil thanks to an impromptu meeting at the local coffee house amongst friends, people showering me with small tokens of love and appreciation, a restored relationship and a phone call who got the ball rolling on this gala affair. Jen is back to grateful.