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11:45 a.m. - April 02, 2002 I've always thought of him as the most normal sibling in my family and perhaps the most normal individual in my extended family when I think about it, but I wouldn't have thought he'd be ubernormal and end up a pharmacist in a white apron who writes poetry in secret. He carried a communique to me from my mother who's abandoned any hope of me replying to her frequent requests that I divulge reasons why I've ruined the ex-girlfriend's life. Bear in mind that she lives in Maryland and cannot physically sink her acrylic nails into my brain and download automatically, so she sends my brother without realizing he's simply a wannabe pharmacist uninterested in espionage and tells me what information he's been asked to supply and we laugh. What the hell was that? Nasty. I had an ear wax chunk fall out of my ear. I'm only partially disgusted by that but wonder now why I can clip my nails one week and Q-tip another, but not accomplish both tasks within the same time period. Off to engage in self-grooming.
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