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CRASH.
That'll teach him not to say things like that. Apparently it was a high-traffic area right outside the Squirrel Hill tunnels, and he rear-ended a minivan. The minivan had minor damage, but my dad's poor little granny car didn't survive. Alas.
Now that means my family is looking for 2 new vehicles: one for my sister (since she's going to be busy and ALWAYS needs rides), and one for my dad. Sheesh.
I went up to Allegheny to see people after graduation. Only talked to a couple people, but eh. And it looks like the guy took the furniture I set out, so I can relax about that.
Last night, I went to Barnes & Noble to buy a mother's day present and something for Nick's birthday. I got my mom a historical fiction book about the plague (heartwarming and uplifting, I imagine). I know she likes historical fiction with interesting female characters. So buying presents for her involves scanning the literary fiction shelves for covers containing paintings of archaically-dressed women. I saw one book about the biblical Sarah that looked interesting, but I flipped through and saw that the writing was flat, cold, telling, and boring, so I stuck that back on the shelf. It gives me some hope of rising to the top of the slush pile one day.
Also, The Ice Harvest is a crappy movie. It's not even funny, like the cover says it is, and not a good family movie. Lots of killing people, though, if you're into that sort of thing. Me, I say violence is for video games.
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