I have the distinct feeling that I am not supposed to be overjoyed about being packed home on account of my shit performance, but I am. I mean, hey, three hours of work vs. five? Noooo argument.
Mom and I went to the movies yesterday, on my urging; we saw The Other Boleyn Girl at the cheap seats, and then went to see Prince Caspian at the not-so-
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