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I just got done working a 15-hour day. It kind of sucked. I'd rather not relate the details, but having to fix other people's mistakes can be very inconvenient. New coworker Matt is here. He's cool. Has two twin eight-year-old daughters. Fraternal, but you can't tell. I've not been posting enough. I feel that I have very little free time lately. Work is going well, but there needs to be something more. I asked the missionaries if I could go teaching with them on Saturday. They said they'd find something to do. I bought a PS2 game. Tourist Trophy. It's basically Gran Turismo 4 with motorcycles. Made by the same people, uses the same engine. More of a simulator than a game, really. It's not easy to win races. I still haven't won one. But I'm having lots of fun puttering around on the courses in free drive mode. My dad managed to throw himself off of the motorcycle at speed. (We finally got it running...) He went sailing over the handlebars and between two road signs. Fortunately he wasn't injured. Just some scrapes and bruises. But the fairing on the bike got pretty trashed. It hurts to look at. You can't destroy a simulated bike. But then, a simulation can never truly replace a reality.