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Dei and I have recently been through a bit of a flurry of cleaning and organising the apartment. It's going to all come undone the first time one of us wants something that got thrown into a box or bag in the interest of getting it out of the way, but for now, things look pretty good.
Going through old boxes of clothes and knick-knacks makes me a little nostalgic. Oh, remember when I fit in that dress? Oh, remember when I bought those shoes? Oh, remember when I actually thought LARPing and the occasional goth night were good excuses for owning roughly sixteen million yards of velvet in various shades of black?
I'm currently in the throes of another stupid death plague. I'm a little concerned that it might be turning into full-blown pneumonia, but it's too early to tell. Think healthy thoughts my way, people, I can't afford being sick again this semester!
Going through old boxes of clothes and knick-knacks makes me a little nostalgic. Oh, remember when I fit in that dress? Oh, remember when I bought those shoes? Oh, remember when I actually thought LARPing and the occasional goth night were good excuses for owning roughly sixteen million yards of velvet in various shades of black?
I'm currently in the throes of another stupid death plague. I'm a little concerned that it might be turning into full-blown pneumonia, but it's too early to tell. Think healthy thoughts my way, people, I can't afford being sick again this semester!