ugh
Mom was putting away the Christmas stuff away. The mail truck is for my Dad and every year since we got it, it's been on the tree.
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I was supposed to mail my akp app off today, but I still need to take a "recent" picture of me and my family, rewrite the essay for the millionth time, and some other relatively small things. Not to mention, my mother feels like I'm avoiding her. Of course I am. She wants me home at 11 because she worries about me. I'm always with Rod. I call her and tell her I'm there. I have keys. I have a cell phone. Now she says she needs to talk to me.