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Thursday, March 30th, 2006
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9:06a
Around 2:45 today, it became apparent that my 4.0 was to be the modern-day equivalent of the passenger pigeon: Once numerous and assured of perennial flock activity, and now shot into extinction subtley and innocently. And I, who could have saved it with no consequence to myself, choose to stand by and watch it wither into dust.
( The gory details. )
Also, last night I made my standup comedy debut and apparently killed. And we had actual professional comedians and I held my own. *beams* Despite not having worked up an act, only written things hastily on an index card and then forgetting to bring the index card and, as they say, freeballing it for eight minutes.
ETA: I should emphasize that I wasn't actually planning to even stop by there, much less do a bit, if Amy hadn't called me and I had not said, yet again, that I would just go to Office Depot later (AND I NEVER FUCKING DO), and the manager said when I got in the door that I was doing an act over my protestations that I, um, hadn't worked anything up, but then he offered me a free pint, leading to frantic last-minute scribbles on note cards I didn't use anyway. So presuming my perception of the audience is not WAY the hell off, I think I'm gonna be there next week thus providing advance notice.
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