There is something in my mind that says there is no way I can actually afford to be this idle the week before Christmas--but it appears that I can be. Everything is pretty much done.
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A disjointed ramble that got longer than I expected...so cut for your convenience... )
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But this is just facinating stuff, and the little stories that come up when I speak to my parents about them and their memories of them is just wild.
Apparently, I come by weird very honestly!
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