Apparently, there's another house named "College Dropout." I have to find it some time this summer, and snake the sign.
The worst thing to have happened so far was this morning at 8:30, when the landlords had their man come to the house to mow and weed-eat. Cold, vicious.
Work is its own thing. We made some nice pizzas last night for a wine tasting,
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