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Today I learned that singing in the shower is fine, but not when washing my face. Irish Spring tastes terrible.

Pub Quiz Update - I got to pub quiz about an hour late and so limited my historically limited help to the last 3 rounds. Even so, it was an exciting finish. Here is the most confusing way I can think of to explain how it ended up:

We came into the last round in a 3 way tie for first after just rebounding from second place. We answered the last round's questions to the best of our ability and waited for the scores to be tallied. After the standings were out, we had dropped into a 2 way tie for 2nd place, "First Place" having taken over the top spot. We sent my roommate up for the quiz-off, tie-breaker round, and he blew the other team away with his answer of 300. The correct answer was 400, and the other team guessed 6. Dumbies. (The question was something about the number of episodes of some show filmed at some location over a span of something along the lines of 20 years.) And so it was, we, the Leprecant's, took 2nd place and a $20 voucher for the Napper Tandy.

On Friday a storm was abrewin' in the North Bay. While driving across the parking lot to load up a bed frame I looked out the window to see a cardboard box keeping pace with me. It looked like it on little wheels, or perhaps being carried by the world's fastest ants.

I'm having an excellent Sunday, full to the brim with getting nothing done. I woke up at 9am (9am! Which means I had both 9.5 hours of sleep and a completely uneventful Saturday night.), watched some Scrubs, ate half a frozen chocolate bar, watched more scrubs, took a shower, ate some Top Ramen, and wrote this. Bliss I tell you. Boring to read about, but bliss none the less.

I didn't title this "don't read this, it's not good" for nothing.