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I really like the new pair of jeans that wooisme found at the thrift store for me. It's nice heavy denim in a solidly deep blue. They have a slight bell-bottom flare at the bottom (which she tells me is coming back 'in'); I've always liked bell bottoms so that makes me happy. However; I have to conclude that learning to operate a button fly must be like learning to drive a manual transmission car. When you're doing it in view of others the first few times, you end up looking really awkward. I've resorted to using the stalls in the restrooms at work for any, er, action at all apart from hand-washing.

The tech swap was pretty sucessful. A few things changed hands, and I have a few more useful things like an All-in-wonder from awfulhorrid that's going to go into my TV computer. A few people found useful things from my pile o' cruft as well, so I'm pleased. But, I now have an entire dining room table plus spillover of things that need to be disposed of, not to mention about five old computers (not including the ones that will go to my dad) that need to go. I'm going to poke around online for a computer recycling center and see if I can use the day off I'm taking on the fourth to haul stuff out there too. I'll also see if I can dispose of it through our service at work; that would be handy.

Note to self; must drop off rent check today.

And finally, regarding the new bed. It may indeed be fairly tall, but for all it's vertical stature, it is just the right height. 'Nuff said.

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A quarter of the bed of my truck is full of stuff that's going to work to be scrapped. I had a lingering sense of loss as I stripped chassis for parts and boxed up the cruft on the living room table. I got to the last song on Jill Sobule's Bitter, Super Eight, and changed to Sara McLachlan's Surfacing. From nostalgia for a lost past to hesitant hope for the future. That's better.

Then wooisme got home and we had a little talk about her plans for school. Just chatting with her for a short span before putting dinner in and going back to work raised my mood significantly. We listed to Sara as we talked about her school schedule and saving money and that combined with the shedding of old electronic weight makes me feel light and hopeful.

I walked the few things I'm keeping down to the basement accompanied by the Crash Test Dummies' God Shuffled His Feet, which is a very under appreciated album. I really think that the Dummies are much like Blind Melon in that only one of their songs seems to be very well known and even though the rest of their work is really surprisingly good, it's very different from what they're known for and it turns people off.

And now, I'm writing this entry while Nora Jones' Come Away With Me keeps Andrea and I company. Once I finish, I'm going to read to her from The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden, whose musical prose is right up there with the rest of what I've been listening to tonight.

Things, for the most part, are going very well. I'm relaxed tonight. It's a pleasant change. I need to try getting things done as an antidote to worrying about having too much to do more often.

*Must* remember to drop off that rent check on the way to work though. Yes, I forgot about it again.