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San Antonio, TX

Wednesday February 2, 2005

     7:10am  The next day. I just woke up. I slept a hell of a lot. 

     7:32am  Sometimes I think my mom is crazy. She came up to me and said, "Victor, we were going to out for a big expensive lunch for your birthday, but instead of spending money on that . . you're going to clean the kitchen, right? Instead of spending money on that I am going to send a donation to that tsunami relief fund." Ugh, like they're a better cause than me. I told her, "Money doesn't help them. People help people."

     7:40am  I walked up to her and said, "Mom, let me get this straight. You're going to have a big dinner here tonight, instead of taking us out to eat. Then you're going to send that money you saved to the tsunami relief fund?" I told her, "Mom, that's a big scam. Money doesn't help people. People help people." She all snapped back with, "Oh, well if they paid my salary I would be on the next airplane over there." I told her, "Oh, but you would need to get paid? You need something back in return." I told her, "Mom, it's a scam. They just want money from people and are exploiting our generous nature. We don't need money to help. But hey, a little bit my way wouldn't hurt. I am only your son who is trying to save the world."

                   She thinks they're a better cause.

                   She's all brainwashed by the media. They've got her tied around their little finger.

                   This world has to change already.

                   Oh, but she had to be sure to ask me, "You're going to clean the kitchen today, right?"

                   You know, it's only my birthday, mom.

                   My mom is crazy.

     5:16pm  I just finished proofreading all of 2004. Now December 2003. It's just awesome getting my memory refreshed like that.

     10:55pm  I have had a very uneventful birthday. I don't care. Like I say, I don't celebrate holidays. I celebrate every day. I feel great though. I have all of 2004 proofread now. I only move forward. I'm in December 2003, in the barn in Arcata.

                     Oh, and it was a lame-ass birthday party. All these ignorant friends of my sister. I tried giving my presentation to this snooty girl at the table and she was all, "Oh, I'm not going to listen. It's not going to happen." I told her, "Well, thanks for proving me right. See, nobody listens! This world is doomed!"

Next day..