The Dream About People I’ve Not Thought of in Years High School Reunion

I had a dream last night about all the peo­ple I was mere­ly acquaint­ed with in high school or the friends I’ve not talked to since high school last night. It is pret­ty obvi­ous what trig­gered this, I went through a bunch of my pic­tures yes­ter­day and put a few up for me to look at. So I saw all of their mugs whilst milling through.
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Chili TVP

I helped my friend Lau­ren move to Tremont on Sat­ur­day and then fixed a batch of chili for every­one to eat after­ward. It turned out pret­ty good, and though I was a bit leery of using some­thing as strange as TVP, it didn’t roil me gut like tofu tends to do. Actu­al­ly it was pret­ty good. Even bet­ter reheat­ed the next day.
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Now that I’ve opened my eyes and start­ed look­ing around, I’m real­ly amazed at how much there is to be involved in around the Greater Cleve­land area. It makes it hard to choose. I’ve gone to a cou­ple blog­ger mee­tups and they have been quite eye-open­ing in regard to eco­nom­ic devel­op­ment in this area. While I’m still too wet behind the ears in regard to civic action and pol­i­tics, their fer­vor is infec­tive.
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On the way in to work this morn­ing I real­ized that the phrase “your name is ‘mud’” applies to me in a a quite real sense. My name is mud. I love puns. But that’s not impor­tant right now. Entropy. It has been on my mind late­ly. So many things are on the old nog­gin and lit­tle bits appear in my oth­er ram­blings until I real­ize there is a filet mignon cut up into all the ham sal­ad of my oth­er posts. Or at least a sir­loin.
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Doctor Roulette

Peo­ple make a big deal about want­i­ng to pick their doc­tor as a part of their health plan. I guess so they can get the per­son they want who will pro­vide the care they want. Osten­si­bly. I’ve not been to a den­tist in at least five years [since before I got my braces], and it has been at least three since I went to an eye doc­tor. So in that time I’ve moved to Cleve­land. And I don’t know jack­shit about any docs around here.
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