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January 26, 2002
Pumping the car full of gas before heading off to another party. This one is way out in the middle of nowhere-- development suburban hell. Needed that tank of gas just to make sure I could get all the way out there and back. The station attendant walks out and asks how my evening is going.

It’s still early, maybe 6 O’clock, but I expect lots to happen at the party.

So, I tell him “Good, but I think I’ll be doing much better later this evening.”

He replies, “Oh, so you’re playing the lottery? It’s 29 million bucks tonight.”