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2015-07-13 - 9:31 p.m. The bark beetle tree is gone. Yay. A strange day. The bank no longer takes coins. The machine was pulled. They said they plan on getting wrappers so people could roll coins. I burst out laughing. Even the teller had to burst out laughing. (I'm not sure the bank manager was laughing.) C'mon, people, I'm not going back to 1983. Ain't nobody got time for that. Oh, and I forgot to mention -- they're only taking quarters and up. Other coins will be phased out. Well, I've been noticing myself that inflation has gone crazy. Everywhere I went that it was $3 or less, I used my coins. The post office. $2.38. Coins. The cupcake place. $3. The dollar store. $3.20. Nobody seemed to mind. And it's kind of like getting stuff for free since the coins are no longer worth anything... Nobody was in the used book store. I only had two books to trade, and the place is for sale and probably on the ropes, and nobody ever did show up after...hmmm...15 or 20 minutes? So I just left the books on the desk without taking anything for trade. There's some trade fee now, and I never remember what it is, so I wouldn't have known what to charge myself if I did take a book. Oh well. They probably don't mind a couple of free books. They'll figure it out. Or they won't. I just hope they didn't go screaming out the back and get murdered or something. It was just...weird. A lady on Twitter DM'd me claiming to know me from wayback, and maybe so, but I don't know her, and mmmm, nope. Never heard of you and I'm not going to attend your event, lady. Getting a real weird vibe from this person. If they were somebody who knew me, they clearly didn't really want me to attend the event. But for some reason they wanted to say they contacted me anyway. I think they just wanted to know if it was me. I hope it wasn't my stalker. Ugh!!!!! If there wasn't a heat advisory today, there should have been. The birds are all inside for the duration. I spent $71 of my gift card from Amazon on bird items. They better appreciate.
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