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Greetings from my father's hijacked computer. I forgot my zipdrive, and kind of want to cry. I am also tempted to call my mom and ask her to possibly mail it to me before she leaves for France. But I also don't know on which day her flight is, so. Hm.
I also forgot my journal. This makes the ranting about my issues much harder, as I refrain from doing it on here, or to friends, etc. I had not anticipated needing it, considering.
Ah well. Thus are the pains of rapid packing, I guess.
Oh, and yes. New Mexico is just the same as it was in December, except possibly more green. I want Photoshop so I can make icons for a new character from a novel I have a muse for. And I am going to steal my father's bike for a good long ride when I wake up in the morning.
I also forgot my journal. This makes the ranting about my issues much harder, as I refrain from doing it on here, or to friends, etc. I had not anticipated needing it, considering.
Ah well. Thus are the pains of rapid packing, I guess.
Oh, and yes. New Mexico is just the same as it was in December, except possibly more green. I want Photoshop so I can make icons for a new character from a novel I have a muse for. And I am going to steal my father's bike for a good long ride when I wake up in the morning.