Pack.Pack.Pack.
Well..
As I write, I have multiple things going through my head.
My mom is being an angry consumer on the phone with our cable company. Aggravated that she can't watch American Idol.
I also have to worry about packing tonight for Quebec and a short French composition.
I also want to get PTSD done once and for all. I just listened over and still think there needs to be a little more tinkering with the sound.
Most of all, though. I just want to sleep. I'm gradually becoming a narcoleptic, I swear to God.
I need to go. longer-goodbye-post tomorrow.
and seven
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As I write, I have multiple things going through my head.
My mom is being an angry consumer on the phone with our cable company. Aggravated that she can't watch American Idol.
I also have to worry about packing tonight for Quebec and a short French composition.
I also want to get PTSD done once and for all. I just listened over and still think there needs to be a little more tinkering with the sound.
Most of all, though. I just want to sleep. I'm gradually becoming a narcoleptic, I swear to God.
I need to go. longer-goodbye-post tomorrow.
and seven
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