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Been a minute.
The creepy monks stand in the back of the pub where my kitties live, in a dark room lined with barbed wire. Thoughts of Weeping Angels come to my mind whenever I pass them. I got this shot through a broken part of the window. Before, I couldn't see much of anything inside.
Went to Alex's with Kat, Daniel, and Michael last night. Apparently others were on their way, but Michael was my ride and he got invited out by a lady, so we had to dip. The night before, we went to Leon's and came home with Ian, Clinton, Jeff, and Lizzie for Venture Brothers, but everyone was so drunk that we just talked over it.
We're leaving for our adventure the day after tomorrow. I can't wait. Work is going to go by so slowly tomorrow. Must remember sunscreen, ziplocks, tupperware, and my swimsuit.
Also, I'm just a little disappointed about the rapture not happening. I wanted to do some serious looting, you know?