I need to get a mini-tape recorder, or something

I keep having thoughts while driving that I feel like I should write down or write about, but by the time I get home, I forget them.

Of course, that'd just make me realize how stupid I sound and never want to talk to anybody again.

And things never seem quite so brilliant and illuminating after you first think them.

And this has no bearing on my being home alone on New Years, after helping some friends move.

Which was one of the things I wanted to write about, since through a series of events, it involved me being offered actual drugs for the first time I can think of, and no, not by my friends. But it's really not that interesting, so I'll leave it more mysterious that way. And less incriminating.

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An actual useful disaster donation link.

Via gibsonfeed, apparently, the Canadian government is going to match any donations made to Canadian relief groups. here's the link to the exact entry: http://www.livejournal.com/users/gibsonfeed/21068.html

Update: Apparently, it applies only to Canadians, though how they're going to tell, I'm really not sure.

Waiting for New Years with a tank in my pocket

I worry too much, it's one of my flaws. Keeps me from doing things because I think of a dozen ways they could go wrong, rather than what if they go right. Maybe I'll try and change that this year. And always, change isn't something that happens and then you put it away, it's something that keeps going on.

Or maybe I won't. I'm not big on the New Years resolution thing. But it's two minutes to midnight, and me and my tank have to go get ready.

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