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I just overheard a co-worker tell an anecdote that involved a little kid, sitting in the store, loudly *demanding* that his parents give him... LUTEFISK.

I just had to mention that, because A) I was immediately reminded of the time kitsileya ranted about how people always think of lutefisk when they think about Norwegian food, and B) it's a CHILD. Who wants to eat LUTEFISK. There are a lot of *adults* who wouldn't eat lutefisk.

I sometimes wonder why I rarely bear witness to some of the completely random and insane things that other people see, but then I remember that A) I'm about 80% homebody, so I don't actually get out *that* much, and B) I'm often completely oblivious to what's going on around me. ;p Well, unless it involves somebody I already know, anyway.

Taiji was off the chain yesterday. I want to finish the freaking 24 already, but at least we're practicing later sections of the form now, and I'm remembering most of it better than before. I am very pleased.

Gizmo was whining a lot last night--probably because he wasn't allowed to eat for about a day--and his eyelids were at half-mast, thanks to the painkillers and anesthesia. But, he's doing pretty well, especially considering he had three teeth removed yesterday. (yes, it was three, rather than the one I originally thought) Poor little guy, sigh.

That's all I've got. Hi-ho, weekend!