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This will soon be made into fingerless gloves for me... I love these colors! Bigger pic here. Yum.

The other pair I ordered I'd picked a blue and purple blend, but decided it was too close to these colors so I asked her if she could make a purpler-purple like the one she was knitting with when she came by the other night. She said that was no problem, so I'll have one pair that's turquoise-blue and another pair that's purple-violet-magenta. Outstanding.

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Story of my life but with deer.

I had thought about asking the Honda guy to just pop in a headlight when it got busted the first time without making a claim, but this second time has make my fender (or bumper, is there a difference?) look all fucked-up and sad, and there's a crack in it with fur stuck in it. It popped back out and doesn't look mis-shaped, but big chunks of paint came off.

Brö was able to divine that I have a $100 deductible, and the headlight assembly alone costs $250, so I called State Farm. I'm supposed to take the car into a local body shop and they'll decide what parts they want to order and call me when they come in. This seems to be going smoothly so far and State Farm has always been good to me; fingers are crossed.

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I have had the perfect meal. I'm not saying this is anyone else's perfect meal, or even that it will be the perfect meal tomorrow, but you know, embrace impermanence and shit. It was perfect for right now.

---Spring rolls from the north Whole Foods, not those abominations they sell at the one downtown. No, these were perfectly formed with tasty chicken; I usually get the tofu for dietary reasons but they were out and I'd forgotten how much I like the chicken ones. *kiss fingers in that fruity French cook gesture*

---Artichoke. The only vegetable that likes to have the shit berled out of it. Ten minutes at least, prepared the Good Eats way which is sublimely elegant and with a side of garlicky mayonnaise. I'd had one a couple of months ago that I'd found at Whole Foods that was the size of a goddamn kickball, and after eating it was totally sick of artichoke. But now, it is time to heal the pools of pain. Yeah, baby.

---A couple of glugs of Treaty Oak platinum rum mixed with a Dublin DrPepper. In a fucking big blue plastic tumbler, because fuck you. Wait, I'm a nice drunk. It's allllll good. I love you guys!

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I did a mess of songs tonight. Notable things- got the "Hello Cleveland!" award for... well, doing some fancy shit in the game that would take a lot of explaining. Got 100% on 'Sorrow' on Hard, gold stars on 'Today' (on Expert), and sight-read the Foo Fighters song 'This Is A Call'. Hey, Foo Fighters- what the fuck is that song about? Some songs you hear the lyrics and go "ooh, that makes so much more sense now!" but other ones, like this one, you look at the lyrics and go "buh?" ( lyrics )