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Monday, March 17, 2003

Have you ever felt eternally empty, deep inside? Me too...I'm hungry.

Well, I have to finish up my packing, but I wanted to squeeze in one last post before I so splendidly depart. Washington DC, home of cherry blossoms, politicians, presidential memorials, and a horrible crime rate. Isn't ironic that I'm hopping a plane to the nation's capital as we run, head first, into a war? I'm going to be ID'd at every turn.

I'll be able to see one of Mr. Rogers' sweaters at the Smithsonian Museum. And Dorothy's ruby slippers. And Kermit the Frog.

Maybe I'll be able to go up to the White House and talk some sense into George Jr. with my impeccable persuasive arguement Skillz. Woot. It's going to be a fun trip. I'm going to miss my family and friends.

I'm excited! I have to go pack some more now, I don't want to forget something crucial, like my plane ticket, or whatnot. Goodbye until next week, folks! District of Columbia, here I come!

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