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I'm at work at the law office, but I get off at 4:30 so the day's about done, which is good because I'm exhausted. I haven't gotten enough sleep the past several nights-- maybe more than that, ya know. Things are alright, besides having no days off, but that whole thing's almost over which'll be nice. Back to Bob Evans all the time, though, not so nice. Mainly, though, I'm just upset that it's August already... in one month I have to go back to Athens, and as much as I want to finish my undergrad degree and get on with law school, I don't want to be that far away from Wudi again. That's going to be hell after spending the last three months sleeping next to him every night. Actually, in fact, this weekend Wudi has to go to Akron for a wedding with his dad and brother, and is going to be gone from Friday (tomorrow! fuck!) morning to Sunday morning. Suck. But, Saturday I'm going to Kings Island with a few of my cousins because one is coming in from Arizona. I haven't been there in a couple years, and didn't really expect to make it there this year, so that's cool.
In other news, because I'm the biggest freak ever that gets the weirdest, rarest shit ever, I appear to now be lactose intolerant and I get sick if I eat dairy without taking a pill first. Yeah. How the hell all the weird, rare stuff happens to me, I have no idea. My mom says that if there's less than a .01% chance of getting something, I'm probably going to get it. Brian says he's just waiting for the lethal one, which he expects me to get before thirty. And thank you Brian, for your vote of confidence.
But it's almost time to go home, so... I would say something about yay tomorrow's Friday, but Wudi's leaving, so I can't, so I guess I'll just leave it at that. Hope everyone who happens to still read this is doing well.
In other news, because I'm the biggest freak ever that gets the weirdest, rarest shit ever, I appear to now be lactose intolerant and I get sick if I eat dairy without taking a pill first. Yeah. How the hell all the weird, rare stuff happens to me, I have no idea. My mom says that if there's less than a .01% chance of getting something, I'm probably going to get it. Brian says he's just waiting for the lethal one, which he expects me to get before thirty. And thank you Brian, for your vote of confidence.
But it's almost time to go home, so... I would say something about yay tomorrow's Friday, but Wudi's leaving, so I can't, so I guess I'll just leave it at that. Hope everyone who happens to still read this is doing well.