Ice-skating's at 8pm this evening at the 6-Rinks in Burnaby.
I'm cleaning my room.
Ryan's things are unprotected, the consequence is boxes. There's the idea floating about that we'll see him more once he's officially moved out, but no matter that, we'll see far more of my floor. The perpetual pile of fabric that's been living in front of my closet
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