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Watched The Illusionist last night. Understood more of it. I was understandably preoccupied during the first viewing.

Wow. I can die now.

Also, had a major life experience this afternoon in that I visited a laundromat for the first time. Our washer is completely dead and will not be making a Lazarus-like return anytime soon, so until we get another one installed, it was this skirt or drastic measures. And after a morning of the four-inch knee high leather boots, I'm ready to go back to my jeans.

This may sound elitist, but there is a reason that the middle class rose to power in the 1950s, and I'd bet the farm that it had something to do with wanting their own washers.

Ooh- 24 is on. Must go. I shall regale you all with the Story of How The Road Became a Parking Lot On the One Day I Needed To Be At School some other time.