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Sunday, 31 March 2002 | Sunday

If everyday were like Sunday, I would be highly reclusive, well rested, perpetually clean, lethargic, have no social skills, and have a freakishly organized house. I passed up a day in the world and two attractive get-togethers to hang up my freshly washed clothes, wash dishes, and arrange my newest pictures in photo albums in front of Scully, Doggett, and Reas. A thunderstorm passed over at some time that I didn't note, I ate one meal and a string of haphazard snacks, and I let that Kronos Quartet CD play on repeat at least twice. I'd like another Sunday tomorrow, please, but more than that would probably be a bad idea.

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