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  <title>Evanrude</title>
  <subtitle>Motoring about</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-05-26T14:04:29Z</updated>
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    <title>dream 05.26.09</title>
    <published>2009-05-26T14:04:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-26T14:04:29Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I was sleeping on Dan's couch on my visit to Chicago.  It was awkward and I woke up a lot in the middle of my dreams.  This lead to some interesting twists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was a sex dream....I won't get into the details of that.  The second had me back at work at my old bank.  It was dreadful.  I never want to be in that world again.  In the dream I was sneaking in to get my new work schedule and trying to avoid some of my old coworkers that were still there.  I went in after hours only to find they were having a party so everyone was there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and finished a glass of coke that was on the coffee table.  I returned to the bank only to find myself locked in and empty office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up again and got a drink of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in my dream state I was now redesigning Dan's apartment.  I was visiting a showroom that had these interesting clay busts, somewhat two dimensional heads.  One side was a profile of a person, the other side was a puzzle of images that were a story about what the person was thinking.  You could remove the elements and put them back inside the head in a different order.  I took down one of the heads only to cause the other one to loose balance.  I was trying to support the self of items so they would not fall and the people I was with would not help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and fell back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some other dream about aliens but I forget the details. And then I had another dream where I was peeling the skin off the bottom of my feet.  That was less stressful than working at the bank again.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evanrudemi:400420</id>
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    <title>Dream 04.17.08</title>
    <published>2009-04-17T12:37:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-17T12:37:26Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">This morning I had a horrible dream about having MRSA in my chin.  My skin became translucent and you could see a huge pocket of goo inside my face.  In the dream I woke up like nay other day, went to the bathroom to shower and looked in the mirror to discover this.  I spent the entire dream wondering if I should call in sick to work.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evanrudemi:400330</id>
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    <title>Dream 03.20.09</title>
    <published>2009-03-20T15:31:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-20T15:31:19Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Last night I dreamt that 4 years worth of rent were automatically charged to my visa card.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evanrudemi:399999</id>
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    <title>For Paul</title>
    <published>2009-03-19T16:58:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-19T16:59:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="30" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px 0; text-align:center; width:480px;"&gt;Ganked from &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/"&gt;CollegeHumor&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evanrudemi:399718</id>
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    <title>evanrudemi @ 2009-03-17T14:46:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-17T19:08:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-17T19:08:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Back in November I made my regular Target Card payment and thought little of it until a weeks later a phone call woke me at 8 am.  It was a representative from the bank that manages my Target card asking where my payment was.  Sleepy and confused I stated I had made the payment but he insisted that there was no record of this.  I began to dig out my computer to look up the confirmation number that the online payment system had issued me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh wait, I see the issue.  You paid too early."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...I ah...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I will remove the late fee but I am required to get full payment for November and December right away.  You can make that payment over the phone now but I'll have to charge you a fee of 15 dollars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I already paid for November."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry but the system sees it as a payment for the previous month."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was more but, whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to remind you it was early for me.  Yes, 8 am is early for me. I was unable to wrap my head around the situation and I caved in far too easy on this whole thing.  Later, when I was more coherent I discovered the billing date for the payment began on the 15th.  I payed my bill online on the 14th.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward I thought, "Fine, I payed more on the card. This is a good thing".  Then I got the next bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reduced my available credit by 1000 dollars and moved up my payment date by two weeks.  I called the service center to find out about the changes and spoke to "Bill".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see that you were late on a payment, this is why."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nooooooo. That was resolved take a closer look."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah yes, so I see.  Well this situation will go up for review and on the next bill they will return your credit limit to normal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again there was more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This solution pleased me in no way but I could tell this representative was not about to budge from his script and I just surrendered as the collective hopes one will.  I have been watching my bill and I have not been at all surprised to see my limit was not be returned to what it once was.  That is until this months bill showed up.  They finally raised it......by 100 bucks.</content>
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    <title>evanrudemi @ 2009-02-24T15:12:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-24T20:12:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-24T20:12:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">When I get mad at work I grab all the papers on my desk and make them all into one big stack.  There is no logic to how it all gets stacked.  I just grab everything and pile it up.  It's an impulse to clean and distract myself from what might be bothering me at the moment. I curse an mumble to myself like a crazy cat lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, when I am done and all cooled down,I can't find anything and I get mad again.</content>
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    <title>Dream 02.22.09</title>
    <published>2009-02-22T14:45:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-22T14:45:30Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I just had a dream in the format of a narrated british education type show.  The subject was about meat.  In it the narrator stated "We all know where to get the finest exotic meats".  As it named of items like duck, alligator and "quadril" (completely made up) the show displayed menus from fast food restaurants showing items made from these meats.  The menu for duck displayed a cartoon like duck  that dressed like and aviator called nicknamed "Duka".    Each menu had a bizarre ethnic association attached to that had no real connection to the type of food.  The duck menu was all in spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the narrator asked "But do you know where to get Monkey?". I found myself in a fast food restaurant examining another menu.  A woman came out and asked what I'd like and I told here I was just checking.  The narrator of the show said to at least try a sample and the lady began to prepare me a snack.  I watched as she used tongs to pull out what looked like a over cooked deep fried cheese stick from a tray.  She placed it on a bun like a hot dog and handed it to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I examined the too closely.  One end of the fried item looked like it had a smashed fingernail attached to it.  I gagged and woke up.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evanrudemi:399052</id>
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    <title>Just Off the Ship</title>
    <published>2009-02-18T03:03:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-18T03:03:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3200/3289540054_57c1544d30.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="foto from flickr" border="1" /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/evanrude/3289540054/"&gt;Just Off the Ship&lt;/a&gt; as seen by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/evanrude/"&gt;evanrudemi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	I've not been so creative as of late.  That muscle in my head needs some exercise so tonight I gathered up some flashlights, halloween lighting and some toys from the dollar store and set up shop in the kitchen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results can be seen &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/evanrude/sets/72157614030720844/" target="_flickr"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>evanrudemi @ 2009-02-10T00:45:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-10T05:45:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-10T05:45:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">CHRIST! Clicking the wrong thing in iPhoto will send far too many of the &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt; photos up to Flickr.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evanrudemi:398437</id>
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    <title>Dream 01.30.09</title>
    <published>2009-01-30T14:15:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-30T14:15:16Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">For me to properly recall my dreams when I wake up I have to have been slightly awake when I was sleeping...if that makes sense.  For the most part I can kind of keep myself at some point where I can manipulate my dreams but as I become more active in them it pushes me to wake up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that does keep me in that aware state is pain.  Right now my stomach is pretty upset.  This kept me in a between state all last night. After work I went directly to bed and I slept from 6pm until 6am this morning.  I think I dreamt the entire time and you know what the majority of the dream was?  It was about putting items into my bags in World of Warcraft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entire night was in video game format. I spent 12 hours moving items from one bag to another.  My whole dream was the WoW interface complete with sound.  I clicked and clicked and clicked.  I'd wake up and try to shake it but then when I fell back asleep I'd start all over again.</content>
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    <title>evanrudemi @ 2009-01-20T12:38:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-20T17:38:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-20T17:38:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There are enough students sitting in their cars in the parking structure listening to the President on their radios to create a loud echo of the inauguration throughout the entire building.</content>
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    <title>dream 01.16.09</title>
    <published>2009-01-16T14:03:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-16T14:03:31Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I was staying at a house owned by two LJers.  The entire floor of the house was made of windows much like a greenhouse and I was trying to change my clothes.  I was wearing nothing but a shirt when I realized everyone on the outside could see me.  I wound up crawling on the floor to an area of the room that was sheltered from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was dressed I realized I had not showered.  My hosts told me there was guest showers in the basement but someone was in there already.  I entered the shower and found a man and woman in the shower.  He was bathing and she was fully clothed and arguing with him.  He allowed me to use the shower but they stayed and continued to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked in the mirror my skin was covered with large patches of green spots.</content>
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    <title>Dream 01.14.09</title>
    <published>2009-01-14T14:35:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-14T14:35:17Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">This morning I had a dream that the garage door broke.....and that it was made of many layers of human skin.</content>
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    <title>Dream 01.12.09</title>
    <published>2009-01-12T15:30:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-12T15:30:11Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Since I arrived I have had several pretty major dreams but this morning's dream was out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with me on a small cart with several other people.  We had been picked up at the airport and were being driving to the gate to collect our things.  The driver got lost and we were now driving on back roads in the city.  Eventually he tried to drive up a road that was too steep and he lost control of the cart.  He drove into a light pole and destroyed the cart and began to run away.  Me and another passenger chased him and waited for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all wound up back at the airport but it was the wrong gate and I was stuck once again waiting.  A small group of people had food and were having a party.  They had set up their food pot luck style on a counter and the food was beginning to go bad.  I kept trying to clean it up and unplug hot plates but more and more food kept appearing and eventually I started to freak out because no one was coming for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to yell.  I was having another paralysis dream.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept yelling until I woke up.  I was in bed with Mike and Gar.  Mike said that was a stressful way to wake up. Gar rolled over to talk to me and then I realized the room was not right.  This wasn't Gar and Mike I was with.  I climbed out of bed and the other two men followed me.  My arm was bandaged and my side was sore to the touch.  There were other men here as well.  They all began to speak to me as if I was supposed to be there and treat me as if I had been sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head I was able to calculate that these men had drugged me and taken me from the airport.  I began to try to figure out how to escape but played along with the others until I could figure something out.  I managed to find a pair of needle nose pliers and I stuck them into the neck of one of the guys holding onto me.  Another man can to help and I stabbed him as well and managed to yank out some of his muscle.  I eventually made it out the front door and woke up for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still startled by the dream and had no idea where I was until I saw the mirror on the wall.  I still have yet to get on my plane for home.  I'm ready to get the hell out of here.</content>
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    <title>evanrudemi @ 2009-01-05T13:06:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-05T18:06:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-05T18:06:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So what's been up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much I can report on here.  Just been kinda chilling out.  Honestly I fell back into the wonderful world of online gaming and pretty much tuned out all this social web stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new phone integrates a good deal of it but I have to actually remember to take the time and post things.  Obviously I haven't been taking that time.  I've been getting distracted by other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as a follow up to my hospital stay I can report that there was a benefit to having hardcore antibiotics pumped into my system for a whole week. After what? Three? Four years? My chronic sinus infection is no more.  Not a hint of the pain of other crap that frequently returned after a week on normal medication.  This is fantastic.  I feel some what normal on one level. Sadly.....the antibiotic has killed of a good deal of the good things in my system as well.  My skin, it lost some of its defense against some irritations.  This is quickly being remedied with some medicated lotion.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family stuff.  A good basic holiday.  Cooked a fine turkey dinner for the family.  Had friends around and all that holiday cheer stuff.  In general things are pretty good.  And I say that out of respect for people around me who are having a tougher time of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let some stuff go as well.  It's pointless to burn yourself out over some things you can't change.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general there is just a good feeling about where I am at and I do think I have to thank a lot of the people around me for just being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Motoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Happy New Year.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evanrudemi:396969</id>
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    <title>evanrudemi @ 2009-01-05T03:05:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-05T08:05:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-05T08:05:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Uhg.   I was asleep.  What happened?  Now I'm watching Mystery Diagnosis which will lead to nothing good.</content>
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    <title>Robot Bowling</title>
    <published>2008-12-10T20:26:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-10T20:26:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3038/3098820406_6193c5411b.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="foto from flickr" border="1" /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/evanrude/3098820406/"&gt;Robot Bowling&lt;/a&gt; as seen by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/evanrude/"&gt;evanrudemi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	I've decided I'm going to scan all my doodles from my notepads I take to office meetings.  I have plenty of note pads, none of which I take actual notes on.  I guess I just carry them to look official.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Dream 2008.12.07</title>
    <published>2008-12-08T15:24:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-08T15:24:44Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Sunday morning I had the following dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was riding on a motorcycle, full leather, quite butch.  On the highway I was traveling there were many other men on motorbikes traveling back and forth.  I also had a passenger, a fluffy white toy poodle that sat on my lap as I drove.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another rather burly biker pulled up along side of me and looked at the poodle and then back at me.  "I have some questions for you" he stated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have some myself" I mumbled in return.</content>
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    <title>evanrudemi @ 2008-12-02T15:17:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-02T20:17:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-02T20:17:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yeah, I'm around....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reactivated my Warcraft account.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's got my attention at the moment.</content>
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    <title>evanrudemi @ 2008-11-13T13:47:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-13T18:47:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-13T18:47:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">On my recent visit to the doctor I showed her the cut on my belly.  She made a face.  Apparently I've developed an allergy to the adhesive used on cheep bandages.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need to use something else.  Let's take that one off."  She tugged on the bandage and removed it along with a thin layer of irritated skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....sorry."</content>
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    <title>Oh</title>
    <published>2008-11-13T05:01:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-13T05:01:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Stupid as this may sound....I didn't think butter mints were made with butter.  I thought it was just a reference to the texture.</content>
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    <title>evanrudemi @ 2008-11-11T16:57:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-11T21:57:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-11T21:57:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'll tell ya, I'm extra moody lately.  I'm pretty certain it's all chemical based, the antibiotics, but boy am I getting bent out of shape over things I typically ignore.</content>
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    <title>Dreams over the past week</title>
    <published>2008-11-08T15:56:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T15:56:00Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Because of the medication and worry being pumped into me I've had some rather vicious dreams over the past week.  They've been pretty intense.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst, I found myself entering data in a spreadsheet.  That's all.  This dream went on and on and on even after I woke up and fell back asleep.  It was dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another I had my left arm removed.  I was trying to figure out how to throw pottery with and type code with one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of building a perfect website for a client but then when I woke up I discovered I didn't have any of the right fonts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also , after a discussion with a friend about a guy with a big dick, I dreamt I was blowing said guy.  Since I never met him the guy in the dream had no face which was rather creepy but apparently the task at hand was very important so I didn't let it bother me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully many of the others have just faded away.  They were mainly intense flashes of faces and places.  I know I had another cottage dream.  I find myself there a lot.  I think I was having about three to four different dreams a night at the hospital because of outside activity waking me.</content>
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    <title>evanrudemi @ 2008-11-07T11:07:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-07T16:07:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T16:07:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Things to do upon my release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shower&lt;br /&gt;2. Put on clean underwear&lt;br /&gt;3. Scrub everything I own&lt;br /&gt;4. Thank everyone for being so kind and thinking of me</content>
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    <title>evanrudemi @ 2008-11-06T13:39:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-06T18:39:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-06T18:39:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was moved to a new floor for whatever reason.  It's the Cardiology floor.  My IV monitor started to squeal so I called a nurse to come heck it out.  A young gal spun in and got pissy becuase I pressed the "silence" button on the unit to turn off the alarm.  She began to wave a small grey box with several cables at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know why you don't have a heart monitor on but everyone on this floor is required to wear a hear monitor so I'll be right back to make sure you get a heart monitor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A heart monitor.  You should be wearing a heart monitor.  Everyone on this floor has to wear a heart monitor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, what's that for exactly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhm...I'm not here for anything cardiology related so I am not sure I need that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm going to go ask why you aren't wearing a heart monitor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't been back.  I wonder if she forgot what it was she was talking about.</content>
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