It is an hour and 15 minutes before the competition, and our robot won't start. We don't know what happened. I feel like I'm going to vomit
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Oh I see Oh I say a livejournal entry--she must be bored. Or worse, bored at home.
Today I told Franny about how I freaked out at the end of October, and so decided to smoke too much and have a miserable month of November. Her response: "You handled that like a depressed poet." I love my sister.