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I have spent my entire day so far smiling stupidly at idiot nerdy awkward romances and too many pictures and people trying and failing to dance in front of thousands of people live. *____* My life. This on top of a setlist I seriously stole off a motherfucking stage at a concert, because I'm hardcore.
Hopefully popping over to San Fransisco next week, if smallcaps has any more details for me. Still passively fucking up my life and failing to deal with it or try to mitigate the damages. My mom's been down with a bad back for more than a week, have been taking care of her. The cat now sleeps with me (!!!) instead of her, because she couldn't get up the stairs at all until last night.
My brother's been freaking out about accidentally running a red light a couple of night ago, and he doesn't know if they like caught him with that camera thing some lights have and he's been FREAKING OUT about whether or not to tell Mom preemptively, just in case. I mostly listen to him freak out and say :| If you're going to tell her, do it.
(Because, seriously, it'll be the second time in the nine months he's been driving, three months since he got his license. And the first time, he tried to shift the blame to me before Mom examined the pictures for clues and discovered that I wasn't even in the car.)
Hopefully popping over to San Fransisco next week, if smallcaps has any more details for me. Still passively fucking up my life and failing to deal with it or try to mitigate the damages. My mom's been down with a bad back for more than a week, have been taking care of her. The cat now sleeps with me (!!!) instead of her, because she couldn't get up the stairs at all until last night.
My brother's been freaking out about accidentally running a red light a couple of night ago, and he doesn't know if they like caught him with that camera thing some lights have and he's been FREAKING OUT about whether or not to tell Mom preemptively, just in case. I mostly listen to him freak out and say :| If you're going to tell her, do it.
(Because, seriously, it'll be the second time in the nine months he's been driving, three months since he got his license. And the first time, he tried to shift the blame to me before Mom examined the pictures for clues and discovered that I wasn't even in the car.)