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So I got back to CO today and found a stack of Christmas cards waiting for me! Hurrah for mail! (Too bad I was a bad person and didn't mail any cards. I'll make up for that somehow.) But contained within the messages were announcements for two more weddings! Ack! Congrats to them, but wow. Everytime I think I'm just where I want to be, I'm reminded of where I should be, by tradition. Eh, whatever. I am where I want to be. I'm not ready to be married or have children and I can only be happy for those who are.
I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. Perhaps it's time for bed.
I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. Perhaps it's time for bed.