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Damnit!James won’t give me back the big stability ball I was sitting on. And as a result, I’m calling him Jams from now until the end of time. And incidentally, stop reading over my shoulder.

And bouncing the ball off of my head. I hope everyone had a productive Halloween adventure — we hung out at Janet/Katie/John/Pug’s house for the evening, which was especially sketchy due to Eric’s He-man costume. Shudder — there are just some things that you can’t un-see. Along those lines was the moment when David decided to put on Katie’s costume. She went as a faerie.

Anyway, nothing too exciting has been going on of late. Last night, Mom and I went to The Planets!, which was put on by Symphony Nova Scotia. It was a nice bonding experience, and the music was pretty decent. A good time was had by all. (Man, it’s hot in here.) Spent the afternoon enjoying the time-shifty goodness (and, as a result, never being quite sure what time it was).

There’s still no word on my laptop fiasco — HP spent Thursday debating whether I was in fact the legal owner of it, because it had been financed through FutureShop. However, that’s pretty ridiculous and the debate was soon over. So, now I’m just dealing with all of the stupid hurdles they’re thrusting in my way. It seems like they’re just stalling at every step to piss me off — I can’t wait until it’s all over.

Anyway, it’s almost my turn in the Crash Party we’re having (via Burnout 3). I’ll see all y’all later.