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Its nice knowing the staff of the Butterfly. On top of them all being amazing people who make living in Missoula as awesome as it is, it is as well nice to hang out as they are closing and not having to cut conversations short with their early closing period of 7pm.

I really need to clean my desk. I started to earlier today, which included opening up some mail and I found out that my last paycheck wasn’t direct deposited and I have $231 to add to my bank account. Literally bounced with some joy, although sadly there was no one about for me to share my happiness with. I have a feeling one of my first stops in Seattle will be Watermark. Probably not the most exciting place to take Olivia, but even still. At least they are very polite there.. My happy little escape from rude people at VV on occasion.

Seeing as how my watching of TOS was so scattered in my childhood I have taken to downloading them and watching them from start to finish. I love the little inaccuracies that have presented themselves with time and progression in technology. Such as how we no longer keep information on tapes… One problem that I have come across in watching them in series is that when I was much younger and would watch TOS it was around my bedtime and the ‘technology’ sounds of the bridge create a soothing relaxing feeling for me that lull me into a restful state. So far only one afternoon nap has resulted, but in defense it seems like most people took a nap that afternoon. Some aliens probably flew by and just wanted to hide their presence.
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