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Earth Day 2007 Sunday, Apr. 22, 2007 - 12:37 a.m. Yesterday for the first time since I got back from my birthday trip, John and I went out for retail therapy. The parking lot was jammed, so John used his blue card, and everything went smoothly. He has a handicap that nobody can really see, and technically so do I. Mine is invisible at least when I am fully clothed. This circumstance sort of worries me, because if we're ever accosted by a vigilante passerby who doesn't see why John needs his card, I guess he can ask which item that vigilante would like to see, his hip-x ray, or my ileostomy? And we can just each reach for our belts and offer to show any interested parties what our problems are. Here, look at my shit bag! Hee hee hee... --- I was thinking about Sunny Delight. I think it's officially called Sunny D now, but the original drink was sweet and thick and really lent itself to mixed drinks. Okay, ONE mixed drink. We called them Rummy Delights. Once upon a time, in a college town far far away -- okay, it was Chico, and it was in 1989 -- A fellow named Martin Angell and I spent about a month one summer experimenting with rum and Sunny D. Depending on the ratios (we only managed to get as high as half and half), the resulting activity was one of two things. A. One whangdoodle of a buzz, or And the next day, unlike how I usually handled hangovers, which was to lie quietly for several days trying not to move, or speak, or blink too loudly -- I horked my purple guts out and ate a three-egg breakfast about thirty minutes later. Those were the days. I don't think I'm actually able to do that these days. --- I think that's it. Happy Earth Day. This is also my Dad's birthday, so if you haven't done so in the past, please go mouse over to the little starfish to the left, and read about my father. --- Have a good Sunday! ---
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