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Coming in this evening, I watched as a medium-sized Scottish-looking dog ran away at full speed from his person, drunk on freedom. The owner kept snapping his fingers, like that would be enough to wrangle the dog back under his control. Unsurprisingly, the dog was more than a block away when I turned down my driveway.

Today I went to my friend's baby shower, which was fun but tiring. The Bridesmaids organised it, but I couldn't make the initial plenary meeting, so merely helped decorate and to get everything set up. The one bridesmaid totally tried to passive aggressive me into doing my assigned tasks her way. That didn't work, as I instantly do the opposite of what people want me to do in these sorts of instances. I might attempt a quilt for my friend, so based on when the baby is due and my ability to follow through, this baby could see this alleged quilt in, like, 3 years. Awesome.

Last night I went to karaoke for my friend's birthday. I convinced her that a karaoke box would be best because then we can dominate the song selection. She agreed. It was a lot of fun, but my voice is trashed today. I sounded like the fast food worker from the Simpsons for large parts of the day. "Enter Sandman" did it. Up to that point I'd done a stellar rendition of "Always Something There To Remind Me" that scored me 100% and a touching "I Was Made For Loving You." One friend thought I sounded like a CD because I was so awesome. I think she had a couple too many gin & tonics.

Tomorrow is another work day and Spoon at the Orpheum. Will be a full week of work and another show, and maybe some good stuff right at the end of the week. Wish I could sleep past 6am.