DamagedKeyoard

In mankinds neverending quest to understand women, I just took another incomprehensible blow.

First if all, I have to apologise for a lack of updating yesterday. We didn't go to Carmel and there was no Starbucks and Ididn't feel like I had the stamnia for working on Kiana's computer for a wholepost. I also haveto apologise for my spacebar decidig to ot work half the time and work double hard the rest of the time. So I get some no spaces and some double spaces, and it's very annoying. My N and B are tempermental too. We spent yesterday moving furniture so Nina could clean the carpets. It was't a hugely fun day, but we did sort out money and found $60 in a piggy bank.

Today I put all the furniture back by myself, and thenn we drove out to meet Charlie and Sarah, Sarah being on of the friends I had met when we went to the Lebanese restaurant earlier. We ate at a nice pizza place, and had a good laugh about the stupid things people our age laugh about. It was good pizza too, I had jerked Jamaica chicken, and sitting on Sarah's feet, got to know her better. They have all gone to see the new Shayamalan film.

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