Oh how I enjoying wasting time. Really, it should be a sport. Or even better, a job.

I have to wake up early tomorrow and drive two hours to the capitol and pick up my sister. Then I'm going another 40 minutes or so to my new (but once old) home. So I guess I'm going back home? Well, that's how it feels anyway, which is always good, right?

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