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  <title>My Life, such as it is</title>
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  <updated>2006-09-17T01:17:48Z</updated>
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    <title>My new friend, the staff</title>
    <published>2006-09-17T01:17:48Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I found a staff - well, a walking stick - and sharpened it today. I've heard things go bump in the night that weren't animals that I want to have something to defend myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never took woodworking in high school, but I do have some idea what tools to use. I think the owner of the store a nabbed the staff from is dead, and I feel sad taking the walking stick and stealing the tools I need to give it a fine point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also picked up another t-shirt today, so I'd remember what I'd done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to make Boston - hopefully, I'll make it there before August and the place won't be too hot, or underwater. I want Boston not to be underwater period. I remember the trip I took in April of 2001, touring around Boston, and I don't want to see all that history go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. Babbling a lot today, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also picked up some food. I thought about looking up how to hotwire a car, but the bicycle doesn't need gas. Than goodness. I'd have liked more space to haul food and other supplies, but best to stick with the trailer. Evidently, at least for a little while, I'll have some cookables - I stopped at a McDonald's and actually cooked myself a hamburger a day or two back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm in Oregon Trail, except for no wagon, no oxen, and nobody. Nobody but corpses. I wonder if anybody's alive in Boston?</content>
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    <title>First entry</title>
    <published>2006-09-15T03:05:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-17T01:07:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just in case someone other than me is reading this, hi. Good morning, or afternoon, or evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Marie Brown; I'm a second-generation bureaucrat and proud of it. As I write in this journal, I hope that I let you know a little bit more about me and the world as it's changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm biking across country. I've got some food, clothes, toiletries, books, and gadgets, along with a sleeping bag. All packed into a bicycle trailer that makes biking with all that stuff easier. Thank goodness for our local Target and my travel plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this in a journal; figure it'll last longer than my Palm or my laptop. Got plenty of blank journals if I need them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have brought more, even one of the antique pitchers. But glassware has no place here. I've brought one of my mom's favorite books, and a book my grandfather wrote. Those should keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a stuffed animal. I couldn't leave without that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be updating as I get across country. Who knows where future generations will find this. I haven't gotten Fate's Handmaiden yet, but you never know....</content>
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