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So far, nothing has really been accomplished today... except for watching the Jayhawks win the Big 12 championship game by the skin of their teeth.

But it took an overtime to do it. I couldn't stand it, so I went out to the shop, only coming in when I knew that the OT was almost over.

They will surely be seeded #1 in the national tournament... and hopefully will win it; they're capable of that, some days.

Other days, of course, they wash out in their first game. We'll see what happens.

There will be washing and drying done shortly, and some other chores.

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It might just be the day... rainy and gloomy... but I really miss Mom today. And my buddy Jess....

I guess that I'm at that time of my life where I just need to expect to lose people... which is harder on my than my own impending death, really. After all, I won't have to get over dying, it'll all be over for me.

I have been really lucky in that I haven't lost too many close friends or relatives; luck of the draw, I guess. And I am also lucky that I'm still here to mourn those that I have lost, I've had three really close calls so far.

The first one would've killed me for sure if I hadn't been at the hospital at the time. The second one, it was pure luck that put me into the right hands at the right time.

The two people that responded to JDs' 911 call are nameless, but they made a mutual decision to take me to the right hospital and deliver me to a nameless doc who started me on TPA immediately.

Some day, my luck will run out, hopefully later rather than sooner.

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I have spent some time today playing the guitar... I haven't played since JD was here last, or even before that.

The party last night was full of instrument-playing people, and the music was just getting started about the time that we left... but I was nonetheless inspired. They were playing a totally different kind of music than I play, of course, bluegrass, whereas the stuff that I want to play is more bluesy.

Regardless, I really don't feel that I'm good enough to play with anyone else... just alone in my room.

After about fifteen minutes, though, my fingers are awfully sore... I really need to work on that. Once I start playing, I hate to stop just because my fingers hurt. I need to play some every day, and in a week or so the fingers will get the calluses back.

And I started the washing, and Karen made some chili, so I'm gonna go get summa dat!