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An ongoing log mainly concerned with the bowel movements of small mammals - or so it seems.
Monday, January 29, 2007
I'll say this again. No matter where I am people will always pick me out of a crowd to ask for directions. And again, I want to issue this warning: you will probably get more lost asking me because I see directions visually and can't verbalize them. I say this after trying to explain to some nice german tourists to turn right when I meant left. And it's no use asking me to write down directions for you because the instructions in my head are: look for strange rock, crank wheel, watch for rabbits, accelerate to beat red light, make obscene joke out of billboard, and you're there.
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