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So much to say, so little remembered [Mar. 13th, 2005|10:27 pm]
Three hours in the car, with little to no scenery (it was dark), and listening to crap-ass pop stations because Dinner Jazz was a little too mellow to keep me awake, allows for a lot of thinking. Good thinking. For some reason the trip from Portland to Seattle (but not really the other direction) always seems to create a lot of good thoughts/ideas/plans/discoveries for me. Anyhow, in the course of those three hours I came up with probably five things I wanted to mention here or at inpromissum (the blog I stole from Nick) and now I can't remember a damn one. So here I am, blogging about blogging. That's bad, right? Okay, well think of it as me writing about my inability to remember random tidbits of useless information for more than an hour; doesn't really sound like that bad of an affliction, right?

One of my college band directors reappeared in my inbox tonight! I think I sent two or three e-mail to some other guy with his name and a similar address, because when I asked if I was being boycotted he swore he had not received any e-mails from me since we last met up in person. Heh. Very very unfortunately his wife has been diagnosed with a terminal illness. :( I don't know if I could cope with that. Losing my spouse is probably my biggest fear in life. And then of course *thinking* about it makes me worried that I'm bringing it on myself . . . fortunately a wise man named Frank convinced me otherwise and gave me some calming words to throw into the universe when I fear I've been suggestive of something bad. "I don't need that, I don't want that, I'm not asking for that". Okay, back to see if I have a third e-mail from da man.