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The show I ran last night was actually kind of neat. It was a programs of sixties era music, mostly stuff by Phil Ochs, performed by a guy named John Dachik. It was a benefit for amnesty international and was easy enough to run that I almost feel overpaid at $30 for the two hour program. Afterwards, since Kenosha had the tall ships in town this weekend and there was a lot of touristy stuff going on, there was a fireworks display that I and several of the theatre staff I've worked with for years watched from the roof of the theatre. I found myself often thinking that it would be a neat day to have had Andrea with me. We could've seen the ships, ridden the trolley, kissed in the dark under the fireworks... *daydreams*
I wore my new hair thing and my collar to the theatre, along with nice black jeans and a dressy black shirt with an embroidered rose and dagger design. I liked that look.

Having totally wiped my server clean and started over, I find that I am still encountering the same software problems. I can only assume there's a hardware glitch somewhere. I am now busy finding, downloading, and running hardware testing utilities, like

DocMemory!

Heh. I have this picture in my mind of either a superhero who fights villians with his ability to recall inordinate amounts of embarrassing personal information about them, or perhaps some old west gunfighter who never forgets a face... "I'm Doc Memory, the fastest brain west of the Mississippi."

I ordered a birthday present for a certain raccoon from Amazon today. I should also point out, for anyone interested, that the date of the anniversary of our meeting is the 8th, rather than the 9th as I indicated before. I am kind of embarassed about this.

My brother and I are talking about going and giving plasma for money today. Heh. I feel so bohemian.

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I'm home from the picnic thing going on at the theatre today. I sort of hurried out the door and realized upon arriving there that there were a few things I'd like to have there. I also had to get Andrea's pin that I left after showering this morning.

*sigh* I don't feel very comfortable there. I don't recognize half the people there and I know a lot of them are people I've worked with, or should know, I think. I like being with smallish groups of people I know, but this is too many vague acquaintances and I feel strange talking (or not talking) to them. I feel like I should be home getting stuff done, though I'm not sure what. Looking for a job would be one thing, though I've already gone through the online want ads. I thought about applying for a wait staff job somewhere, then I realized that, in all honesy, I wouldn't be able to tell which groups of people out of the ones at the restaurant I was waiting on. I'd probably be rather ill-suited to that.

Realized, after being told about what the procedure is like, that giving plasma for money is probably not the best way of going about things. Heh.

I suppose I should leave and get back to the theatre again. I don't think I really want to be there. I don't want to not be able to leave when I want to. I feel slightly trapped. Maybe that's part of why I'm sitting here typing this.