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Miscellany about the day:

Those people aren't Russian, they're Polish. They were apparently brought over here for the express purpose of working at the amusement park. I wonder what they do there... None of them speak English very well.

I registered a lady today who had the shortest attention span in the world. In the middle of giving me her phone number, she asked if I'd had a flu shot recently. While giving me her home address, she asked if I knew why the township had replaced all the green street signs with purple ones. She doesn't have a first name; well, actually she does but she's named after a relative that she doesn't like and doesn't speak to and doesn't communicate with and she hates seeing that person's name attached to her so she uses her middle name and she won't give out her first name and she doesn't even like her middle name that much and she's 77 years old and she talked just like this and I was afraid she'd pass out if she didn't take a breath...

I've been so tired lately. All I want to do is sleep, until I get home. Then all I want to do is talk to Dave. Heh. And then I'm up until odd hours.

I filled my bird feeder Sunday, and today its empty. The blue jays have been at it, and there's seed scattered all over the patio. What's more, the spilled seed attracted lots of sputzies, and I watched one of the neighborhood cats kill one. Erk. Which reminded me of something I'd like to talk about, only not today. My brain isn't working.

So. Night.