Got a phone call this morning from a good friend who just bought a home very close to ours. I'm pretty happy to have him as a neighbor, but of course the phone call was also about him asking me to help him move stuff. In other words, tonight is a night for pain!
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It's all good, not horribly worried, I will try to <b>this time</b> be a little more responsible and remember I'm not 18 anymore. For some reason us <b>dudes</b> feel invisible way beyond the point where we should and I'm sure <b>Anka doesn't wanna hear my complaining later</b>.

I find it ironic that a good friend is going to be my neighbor, someone I've known for years and years, who even played in the band with me (I'm serious) and I'm moving away. It's as if life likes to play little jokes on me, but I always have thought things happen for a reason.

I might be offline for a few hours, while I try to make myself useful, but I'll keep a phone on me just in case.

Later my friends.

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