I'm getting excited to go again. The feeling comes and goes.
There is still so much to do before I go. Packing for instance. I haven't started packing.
I suppose there are 6 days left, but six days pass quickly and I have appointments to make.
At least now I can saunter around Spain confident in my sultry new fillings.
The cat just almost fell down the laundry chute. That could have been very interesting.
I've been making a quilt out of old t-shirts...an idea I got from my future roommate (not immediately future roommate) Becks. I'm probably just procrastinating.
Where's the remote? (el control remoto...I'm not kidding)
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When I was a kid, I thought it would be fun to try and go down the laundry chute, sadly my mother talked me out of it.
I missed you today at the General Store. It was unbearably quiet and boring.
I miss you on my wing. First floor is weird. I live with a Sam now and my mom keeps getting you two confused, I enjoy it.
I know it's bad, but I kind of wanted the cat to fall down it just so I could here you tell the story..
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