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This is the sort of day that would probably be better served by a lack of an entry. Suffice it to say it ended with me leaving a party and having a bucket of water thrown on my head from the rooftop of a neighboring building.

Back when I was all into thinking the world was out to get me based on the sort of ridiculous crap that should end in high school and doesn't, I would try to explain to people that I must smell different, must have some sort of phermones that create this charge.

And then I got over it and got on with my life -- it wasn't that I didn't believe it, and it's not that I do believe it, it's just that it became a lot less interesting than living my life.

So right now I'm feeling very strange and not a little sore -- a bucket of water from six stories up hurts.

In a hopefully unrelated note, a monument is being errected to Topsy the Elephant -- http://www.nytimes.com/2003/07/13/nyregion/13tops.html