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Ola, it is I, the Cereal Killer. Or, something along those lines. Minus the Cereal Killer bit. I’m tired — leave me alone. It’s 3:09 am at the moment, and I’m at work. I’m doing this Thursday night backshift instead of Friday night, because Elizabeth (the Sunday - Thursday backshifter) was kind enough to switch with me. Taken in concert with a vacation shift on Saturday, I’ve got a weekend off, the first one in quite some time.

Why, you might ask? Well, because inertia is evil: I’m being daring and different and physically active, running in the Bluenose Marathon on Sunday. I am not doing the marathon, though, I’m just doing the walk/jog (five kilometres, or eight miles). This was originally my mom’s idea. She’s actually running for charity (the Molly Appeal, so named because the concept appealed to a woman named Molly — I kid you not). She raised about $150, without really trying. Be proud of her.

In other news, my week has been pretty uneventful. I saw Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith tonight with my Dad. I thought it was really good, but I have an issue whereby I think pretty much all movies are good when I see them in theatres. I’m sort of sad that that last Star Wars movie is finally out; it’s a tradition I only ever partially got into, but a tradition nonetheless. Whenever I think Star Wars, I think of The Phantom Menace. It was a tremendous disappointment, but it still has oodles of memories attached to it. The excitement around the world leading up to that movie was absolutely incredible. I went to see it at one of those midnight “sneak previews” with my cousin Darryl (I can’t remember if anyone else came with us). We met some interesting people, waiting in line for two hours or so. May 19th, 1999. Exactly six years ago yesterday.

I’m listening to “I Think She Likes Me” by Treat Her Right, a band I’ve never heard of. It must’ve gotten downloaded during one of my many MP3 blog zeitgeists over the past few months. It’s very strange, but lately, I’ve been a big fan of strange. “BaBa” by Bunky also falls into the awesome/strange (Strawesome? Awestrange?) category. To the best of my knowledge, though, no one else likes this song.

Ugh. 3:14 am. Pi o’clock. I’m definitely ready to get to sleep (which won’t be very satisfying, since I plan on getting up early to enforce a switch back to a normal human sleep cycle). There’s absolutely nothing happening here tonight. In closing, I’d just like to say that Tony bought an iPod, and I’m very jealous (although I still think he should have gotten the pink one). Six months from now, I want to own a PowerBook and an iPod. I will join the Cult of Mac. Nick will point out the irony, and it will be awesome.