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Thursday, Jun. 29, 2006 - 6:32 a.m.

I mean, this is the sort of thing: the other night someone left their Nalgene bottle at the place where we had the gathering. I am custodian of the key. So I was like, yeah, I'll swing by there and see if it's still there. I didn't have time. I'm busy, you know, and the place is far. This morning I get an email, "I would deeply appreciate any information on my Nalgene."

Like I have nothing else to do with my life.

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