Sunday, January 30, 2011

night of 2011-01-29

I had stayed at g&g's house and it was time to leave.  g&g went out to the car where Mom and Jacqueline were, and Dad and I got my stuff so we could go.  But as we did this we found a bunch of things we needed to clean up for them since I made a mess while I was there.  I hurried to put a bunch of different-sized batteries in this box, and I tried to put the small ones in a visible place so that Grandpa wouldn't have to look through everything just to find a small battery, but they all fell through to the bottom of the box.  Then I was washing their dirty sponge with my sponge, and the red on the sides was slowly washing away while everyone waited for me.
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An important man whose looks resembled those of Obama had just won an important battle and was being interviewed outside (the setting was a picture I saw on Joseph Walery's Facebook last night that was randomly chosen from a flickr album) after he won an award for being a patient and strategic war leader and hero (like Odysseus, from what I heard in my HUM lecture).  I felt nervous for him while he talked.  Sure he just won an award for being great, but that doesn't mean he can slack off and stand out in the open like this!  Then, thankfully, I saw him stop talking and look off to the side, and then he slipped into the building behind him into safety.  He had just averted an attack.  Well, actually he didn't, because inside were a whole bunch of alien cartoon figures that just loved to pick people from the street and beat them up and eat parts of their bodies.  It looked like a chaotic assembly line where a figure did something to someone and then threw him off to the next figure (there were multiple floors, so he may have been thrown in any direction) so something else could be done to him.  I saw two of the cartoon guys on the top floor that were friends, and the guy on the left said that they were thankful for train stations because they gave them people.  I suppose it was underneath a train station, where the machinery that makes the trains run is.

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