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I broke my bed last night. Not doing anything fun, of course. I was just laying down to go to sleep, and one of the rails on the side pulled away from the particle-board side. It put up with my fat ass for many years, but it could hold on no longer. I'm trying to decide what to do now. I might just drill some new holes, or go to through-holes with bolts... Or maybe I'll just buy a new bed.

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I have a friend named Pasquale who is an albino. He's a mango farmer by occupation but his real passion is interpretive dance. I went to help him rehearse for a new show the other day (I do some free-lance choreography on the side, as many of you know) when he suddenly told me that he was in love with my friend Jerry's pet llama Jerry. Pasco (that's what I call Pasquale) and Jerry (the llama, not my friend) had gone to dinner a few times and got along well when Jerry (my friend, not the llama) dropped a bomb on Pasco: Jerry (the llama) is actually a girl. Now Pasco doesn't know what to do. Jerry (the llama) has been kind of vague on the whole sexuality issue and Pasco is confused about whether he can love a female llama. But he does love Jerry (the llama); I know he does. He talks about her ALL the time. He just needs to get over the gender thing. I keep telling him that had he just followed the old adage "When in Rome, do as the Romans do, but while in Kankakee (where he lives) you should always look between the llama's legs before getting involved" none of this would have ever happened. I mean, who DOESN'T know that? I think he work it out with Jerry (the llama), though I'm not sure that Jerry (the friend) is going to be willing to let Jerry (the llama) move in with Pasco unless he's SURE that Pasco will love her unconditionally. (It's eerie, I know, how much this parallels the classic 1984 "llama-love" plot line of General Hospital! I was thinking the same thing!) Luckily, Pasquale has been able to transfer his love and confusion into his dance. It's REALLY good and I wonder if I'm really even necessary anymore.

And that's what my journal might look like if I led an interesting life instead of just playing games and breaking beds.

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I dvr'd a tv show where Michael Palin tours the Himalayas, meeting with the people who live there and discussing the history of the area. He is in Bhutan where he met a very old poet who wrote a famous song of the country. After the old man sang it for him, Mr. Palin jokingly offered to "sing a song about a lumberjack". The old man eagerly encouraged him and so Palin got a little old-school Python and sang the song. The man didn't understand a word (there was a translator who didn't translate the song) but he seemed to like it.

It's an interesting series.