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Thursday, March 20 2014
Though there is still a substantial snowpack in yard and most of the forest, today was the first day of Spring. And it actually even felt a little springlike, with temperatures up into the low 50s and a little sun. Gretchen drove down to the City, where she would be spending the next two nights. Her itineray was packed with all the usual social and restaurant engagements, but the main reason for going was to see the new Veronica Mars movie, a Kickstarter project with an extremely limited release. Gretchen was really into Veronica Mars when it was a television show, and she was excited to complete a journey that had been interrupted by the Byzantine machinations of basic cable (which had caused the show to get canceled before it could complete its story arc).
I stayed behind, mostly doing web development under the influence of pseudoephedrine. [REDACTED] At around 11:30PM, I got to a place where I felt like I'd done enough for the day, though I'd actually started drinking a bit before that. I'm not one to not take advantage of zero adult supervision. Strangely, though, tonight the alcohol seemed to clash with the pseudo. The problem might have been the cocktail I'd made of Devil's Springs vodka with grapefruit juice, whose flavor seems to be incompatible with the vaguely metallic quality that pseudoephedrine gives to the roof of my mouth.


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