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So it is Sunday again. Sunday for me is the sort of day that I could get used to having more than one of. By this I mean that I quite like quiet uneventful days, because I am fully aware that there will soon be a time when these will not exist. This morning, I used my alarm. I got up at 8, Showered and made myself smell so good that you would burn all the flowers in the world just to catch a whiff of me. I then went to church to rehearse for the mass. I found out that some people do not like the music my group makes, because apparently 12 old timers and 2 shy kids are far too boisterous and irreverent for a Catholic Church.

After that, I went home to eat bread and butter. I find that even though we now have so many breakfast foods such as fruit loops and pop tarts, there is nothing quite as wholesome as stale New Jersey bread and butter to start your day. After doing some other stuff, such as watching TV, going swimming in very cold water and unintentionally exposing my birthday suit to an Indian family, I took my cumbus to retro music to see if they could re fret it for me. It turns out that they charge $250 for this service, and that is $150 more than the instrument originally cost. I really do not know what to do about this, as it hardly seems worth it. I may fill in the holes in the neck, plane it flat and put little pieces of masking tape on it so I know where to put my fingers, but I really would like some metal frets. I will definitely end up doing the whole project myself, but there are some complex mathematical equations involved, and I have previously stated that I will not use math ever again.

Besides all that, I was disappointed to learn today that my book about Benedicaria was out of stock at Amazon, and because of this my order had never gone through. However Wikipedia turned up a wealth of information on the subject, but books are better because they are expensive, and you can put them on your shelves to impress people.

If you are still reading, and you are, I would again like to shift this unorganized ramble in the direction of musical instruments. In the space between this paragraph and its predecessor, I picked up a ukulele and played it. I like ukuleles, and if I had the funds I would start a non profit organization to give every single person in the world a ukulele. Wouldn't that be awesome? If I thought stupid laws were a good idea and I had the power to make and enforce anything I wanted, I would insist that instead of a national identity card, everyone must carry a ukulele.