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My parents (as most people do, I suppose) tend to tell a story over and over again. Case in point: Meeting the Beach Boys. Early eighties. I can tell this story as if it is my own.
Then the other day my mom randomly tells us about how she was once on the Maury Povich show, when it was still in Philadelphia. Jeez louise! These parents of mine lead secret lives, for sure.
1. there is only a week left of classes for this semester. Today I wore a dress to class. everyone else was wearing sweatshirts.
2. I am completely dirt poor. I keep counting up my change at school, hoping I can afford to purchase a water. But I just have sixty-five cents and my last dollar bill (all of which I actually took from my sister.)
3. I was looking at jobs online and I saw one for CPR for Cats Society, and I do not know what that means. Hopefully not what I am thinking.
4. When Alfred Stieglitz died 60 years ago, he left behind some fifty thousand letters. Insane! I miss writing letters.
the end.