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Thursday, August 19, 2010

motorcycle

A few days ago someone at our apartment complex got a motorcycle--or else someone new came to live at our apartment complex who has a motorcycle. Not sure which. At any rate, it's very loud, and the motorcyclist comes and goes a lot, waking us up--last night he came and went at least three times, which was strange. I'm usually good at tuning out vehicle noises, but the motorcycle has made me sensitive to them, so the little honks from people arming that car alarms are bothering me now. Last night Erik had insomnia, and I did too, to a lesser degree. Today he's hiking with S.

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