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So on Saturday we took Kenny and Laura, our Buffy-loving friends, to Union Station, where they departed for Portland and then their hometown for two months. Yes, two more friends lost to the great state of Oregon. We mourned by going to the Moca, which exhausted us enough to decide that going home, pulling out the hide-a-bed from the depths of the couch (along with some choice morsels that had been trapped in there for a VERY long time), and watching movies for the rest of the day would be a good idea.

Yesterday I had a heart palpitation that lasted about fifteen seconds, caused me to see stars and very nearly pass out, left me lightheaded and sweaty. I'm not doing great without you guys here.