5.25.2007

I love the sound of you walking away, you walking away

I now have my masters degree. What a thing. And my parents sent me a basket full of treats for my accomplishments. I feel sick right now, not from eating them, but from not eating them. The preceding statement was entirely false.

I'm at work, ready to go home and not sure if I should stick around or not. I got here early so I could leave early but 20 minutes early? Seems a little ambitious. Or not. Whatever. I'm out.

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