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Everytime I leave for a week or longer it seems like a bunch of bad shit happens to people. I frickin' hate being here. I come back from somewhere and everything goes right back to the way it was when I left. I don't even get to relax. I just want all this crap to end. I'm so sick of it. On a happier note though, Paul is takeing me out for our 6 month on Wednesday because I wasn't here on the 12th for the actual day. I'm excited. I wonder what he has planned. The only thing I know is that we are going to be going bowling with Kevin after words. Anyways, I'm going to go and read out sit. If anyone wants to come over for a while feel free. Peace out!