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perfection. minus the fact that i just drunkenly wrote half of my final paper for charley camp and josh is asleep in my bed and i still have stuff to pack and i am so sad that i will not be seeing ingrid for so long and i have drank way too much whiskey, probably. at least, tomorrow i will see jane and she will help me unpack my new apartmanet and then i will fall asleep in a bed with someone I care about and wake up and see that person and then go to work and start philadelphia life all over again.