Apr. 24th, 2001

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Dear PensiveSpacedOutLawSchoolBear,

As you set by the window, humming a ditty by Mozart and drinking your glass of cool crisp chardonnay, remember that now matter what path we go down, there will always be scenery to gaze upon, always be flat tires to change, and always be pit stops at quaint and not-so-quaint roadside facilities. The only thing that can be controlled is what CD is playing to in the car. So focus on the music.

Mr. Blue


[Now Mr. Non-blue (i.e. Mr. Raybear) needs to go meditate because he is far too out of control to properly focus on everyday life. He needs to stop absorbing other people's predicaments and taking things to heart, because his stress and excessive stomach acid will not help any situation in any way. He must also realize that life will go on no matter what, and things will be just fine, whether he's walking by the lake by himself on his way home or on his way to someone else's abode.]


My stomach is churning and I can barely concentrate on things. I REALLY need to calm down. What if she says NYU? What if she says U of C?

AARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
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"I'm afraid we have some bad news. Please, you might want to stay seated."

Mark your calendar or Palm V. You can expect to die on:
May 17, 2047
at the age of 69 years old.

On that date you will most likely die from:
Cancer (23%)
Heart Attack (19%)
Alien Abduction (11%)
Horrible Accident (5%)
Alcoholism (5%)

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