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cold comfort here Ten hours of sleep does wonders. It really does. Sunday ended for me at around three thirty in the afternoon only to be started again two hours later by the sound of the telephone ringing. It was my parents. They were having computer problems. Once that was addressed, it was back to bed until Monday was well under way. ... There was something that I forgot to talk about yesterday. Not only did Donna mention the Sunday gathering to me, but there was talk once again of a party being thrown at my house at sometime in the future. For some reason unknown to me, where I live seems to be a source of mystery to her and the rest of the people in her group. I have no idea what they are expecting to see here. It isn't as though my house is littered with old pizza boxes and porn magazines. Nor are there neon beer signs and rock posters. About the only thing that would meet the cliche of a single guy's place would be the furniture. Sadly most of it is a holdover from my college days and doesn't have that much style. I just never got around to getting something new. Most of the time my money went into other things, be it the computer, books or vacations. Besides in my mind I thought that I would get the house first and then worry about the furniture.
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