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I have decided that coming back to Greensboro, after the initial day or two, kinda sucks. I know a grand total of about three non-family people in the city, the majority of which I can't actually get in contact with because they're more aquaintances than friends exactly, and the other one has a crazy schedule. Thus, I've been holed up on the couch, having gone through three books since I arrived here on Tuesday evening (it is currently Thursday afternoon), going through bag after bag of nacho cheese Doritos (but ye gods, they're dericious), praying to whatever deities are listening that my lobster-reminiscent sunburn fades into a golden flavored tan (turns out burning ones chest and shoulders is rather bad for someone who sleeps on his stomach). Keebs, you should be in town this week. It'd be better than enjoyed the literal crap-flavored water that we've got back east, n'est pas?