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yesterday evening, after looking for almost ever (minor exaggeration) around my room in every possibly cd case, original and burnt. i couldn't find it. i didn't do all of the looking last night though, i did the looking maybe 2 months ago, well before going to england. i was looking for the self titled cd by the music, becuase i could find the case, it was where i left it...but if it couldn't be guessed, i found the cd placed in a burnt case of chocolate and cheese which i gave to mike from ladner a few months ago without the case. so i was really stoked to have found it. and i listened to it.

since i haven't written in a while, the moment of writing what happened is kind of lost. basically being because i don't really remember all too much what has happened. obviously in fractions, just not in detail.

i've watched far too much tv in my spare time to be good for my mental health. but i've also been reading too. i'm half way through on the road by jack kerouac. that's a strange book, i must say. i picked it up for 2 pound in london. it's super so old, from 1972 i think, who ever owned it wrote their name and the year in it. which i find interesting, i could do that to my books, but i don't really have any motivation to get rid of them soon. at some point maybe it will happen. i think i'm too attached to my posessions though. obviously i can survive without them for a while, and if i was dead i wouldn't worry about them at all! but to actually get rid of them that'd be a tough call to go about.

toes are wierd...