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So I finally finished rereading LOTR. The fact that I read it slowly and for a second time is probably the reason I am not currently wandering around the house aimlessly in my post-lecturum dreamstate. I actually went out and shot an entire 36-exposure roll afterward. I was given some pretty strange glances, taking pictures of old tires in other people's yards.

Although my storytelling skills will never match Jacob's, let me tell those of you who have not heard the story of the Amazing Magically Disappearing LP. A decade down the line, this post will be used as conclusive evidence of my madness. Ironically, the record is or was Dark Side of the Moon. I distinctly remember finding it among my parents' collection one day. I pulled it out and looked it over reverently before putting it back, on top of all the other records.

A few weeks or a few months later, I went back to find it. (My father had recently purchased a replacement needle for the one I broke when I was four on EBay, and I was putting it to good use.) Well, guess what. I couldn't. I pulled out every single LP in the cabinet and put them all back again. No Floyd. As if this wasn't disturbing enough, my parents' reactions when I told them of the tragedy were very strange.

Dad: "I don't remember that one. Would it be your mother's?"
Me: "She told me it must be yours."
Dad: "Hm. Well, I suppose it could be."

Explain that to me. I find a record, which subsequently disappears from the cabinet. Nobody else seems to know of its existence. I check often, but it has never reappeared. I leave it up to you to debate my sanity...I'm sure it wouldn't be the first time I had hallucinated.

But I know it was there. I know it.

I'm not zoned out. I'm tuned in.