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Dave's spring break started today at 5PM. Now that it's 11:22PM, can you guess where he is? If you guessed at work, you're absolutely right. We threw "War of the World's" into the dvd player tonight (the most recent one). After it was over, I gave my full attention to recovering from the two-hour panic attack I experienced while watching it, and Dave went in to check on some cells. Whatever that means. Tomorrow is Scranton's St. Patrick's Day parade. Did you know it's the fourth largest St. Patrick's Day parade in the country? To quote Dave's mom: "Scranton? Really?" My sentiments exactly. We're trying to decide if we want to go. I want to go, but it's a bit of a drive to get out there, parking's going to be a nightmare, and we'll have to get there an hour before the parade starts because that's when they shut down all of the streets around the parade route. And really, what's the point of going, other than to spend money on goofy green things like "Kiss Me I'm Irish" t-shirts, Mardi Gras style beads, and those headbands that have two glittery clovers on springs. Who am I kidding? That's exactly what makes it worth it. Dave is ambivalent. I haven't mentioned the four thousand bag-pipers that will probably be walking and playing in the parade. He's a sucker for bag-pipers. Perhaps if we're lucky there will be a sudden gust of wind at just the right moment, you know, to set the kilts a-flying and the glittery clovers a-wafting.