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I just read a friend's old journal entry where he quips that there is no such thing as wasted time, it is all steps on a journey. I like this very much, although still think I could spend less time fucking around on the internet and more time creating.

I had a good weekend. I saw good music performances and good art. I saw old friends, both expectedly and unexpectedly. I played pinball and ate good breakfast outside on a nice day, and drank good alcoholic beverages and worked on a music editing project. I didn't go to one meeting, but I went to the other. I missed the baby shower. We cleaned the house, some. I did not do my laundry or follow up with the person who would like to buy the non-functioning car, both things which I ought to do.