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Today is the start of my very long weekend. Well, actually it began yesterday with an unexpected lazy day off. Hung out at Portfolio, ate an enormous chronic burrito, and watched the new Star Trek. Tried to tell the ticket taker lady how I'd seen Chris Pine in real life, but she wasn't having it. Totally ignored me. Very depressing.

I'll be heading to LAX twice today, then the desert tomorrow. There are still one or two things I need to pick up before the desert trip, but that's not too complicated. Just a bit boring for my charges. :)

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  1. Wonder Jens28 May, 2009 18:40

    We SAW Kirk!

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  2. Unknown28 May, 2009 22:03

    i know. it's like i'm famous by association.
    you know, i really think he was more attractive in real life than on the screen. huh.

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