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3.9.02
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not 11:30

this isn't funny
last night i slept in the guest room downstairs.
i usually sleep in samshrew's room (she has a desk, so it's easier to live in)
the guest room is right next to the kitchen and the garage.
so it's not exactly the quietest room in the house.
in the morning, i could hear samshrew and my dad talking,
the clock said 11:30, so i figured i'd get out of bed.
when i emerged, bao was sitting on the couch.
i knew he had an orchestra festival earlier this morning,
so i figured he was back already.
i asked him how it went and he looked at me like i was crazy.
so did everyone else.
apparently he hadn't actually left yet.
it was only 8.
sidenote: my dad took bao to the school and then picked up donuts on his way home.

book sale

more shopping with the samshrew
after breakfast samshrew and i decided we needed to get out of the house.
we went to the bank for my mom, and then to the gap family.
we didn't see anything worth buying so we headed back home.
on our way back samshrew remembered that i needed more face cream,
so we head out to the old air force base.
my dad used to be in the military, so we can shop at the base exchange.
at least, they can, i'm no longer a "dependent".
so we went there. bought a gift for bao and came home.
oh yeah, we ate the leftover pizza today too.

spinach stuffed chicken breasts

diet food
my dad's doctor has put him on a diet that he's not following
(ie: donuts and pizza).
he also gave him a cookbook that my dad said were "lost."
but samshrew knew where it was, so we decided to make something from it.
we made spinach stuffed chicken breasts, rice and a salad.
i couldn't believe that it was a "low-fat" meal.
afterwards samshrew and i played the sims on bao's computer.
it is pathetic, i think i am now addicted.

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