it's 7:30 pm, on September 18, 2002 - the Great Magnet.

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Today I have a bit of a mystery on my hands.

But, back up a bit. to understand this story, you have to understand -- the mail is the highlight of my day. I love mail. I suck at sending it like rocks, but I like getting it. example: I have postcards for river from two years ago. I have a postcard for qB from two years ago. I never mailed them.

so, okay. love mail, etc. Today I finally received my greek textbook in the mail which, yay bn.com, since I was going to bitch them out if they didn't deliver pretty damned quick. and then mum, once she came home, had a parcel in her hands. And I went, "oh, okay. weird. someone sent me something, probably?"

and I assumed Cathy had found some weird stitch doll. Look at the package, and it's from Dex.

Okay, never gotten anything from him yet, but cool. open parcel.

Find a zip drive.

okay, I think. this is some kind of mystery I have to unravel, and this is where I start to look puzzled, trying to piece together what's going on. there are several options:

a. he addressed said parcel wrong and this was meant to go to, oh, I don't know. Jenn. Or Matt.

b. he sent said parcel to me, so that Gerg could get at his computer. or at least, whatever's on this disk. okay, I think, that makes sense. this is currently most likely option.

c. he sent said parcel so that I could have a new zip drive. at which point I say, wow, Dex. um. that's a lot.

d. he sent said parcel so that I could examine/see/be enlightened by something on the zipdisk in the drive.

e. said zipdisk is to be returned to him full of pornography. possible, possible.

f. said parcel arrived at my house by some weird twist of fate based on the whims of the Great Magnet.

now, I'm ruling out a and f for the same reason -- a couple of days ago, he actually asked for my mailing address. I'm ruling out c because he has not the money.

Current theories are now, there's something on this disk that I cannot unlock and will show me the secrets of the universe; I need to hook the webcam up again so that I can fill it with porn to mail back to toronto tomorrow; or Greg and Rossi are coming soon and need something.

I am absolutely mystified. like, seriously. mystified. it's going to end up being some mundane thing, not an underground smuggling operation for zipdrives, or like, CIA surveillance tapes he was going to sell to the russians and sent to me until things cool down. I just know it.

This post has to be made before someone actually tells me what's going on, because that'll spoil all the fun. Mystified. utterly. You don't argue with the whims of the Great Magnet.

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