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So this morning at 4h30 Callie and I were hammering on the bedroom wall of a GRC resident. An hour or two before that some residents came home drunk drunk drunk and she scared them shitless while I stood in the background whisperyelling, "WATER! WATER! GET SOME WATER!"
Hand-gina.
Things have been fairly hectic. All of a sudden I have much less to worry about, but I've replaced the old worries with new ones, as I'm wont to do, and soon I'll be a worry machine. A worry machine with a fancy new belt.
You know, I tell all the things that matter to the people who are most likely to read this, so there's not much point in it, and though I started the entry with the idea of putting forth a confessional tour-de-force, it's just not going to happen.
Hand-gina.
Things have been fairly hectic. All of a sudden I have much less to worry about, but I've replaced the old worries with new ones, as I'm wont to do, and soon I'll be a worry machine. A worry machine with a fancy new belt.
You know, I tell all the things that matter to the people who are most likely to read this, so there's not much point in it, and though I started the entry with the idea of putting forth a confessional tour-de-force, it's just not going to happen.