funk in the fridge

So, I changed my essay topic again and it’s do-able. I did half of the reading now and started to put the points down, but then my wrist started hurting and I got on IRC. But I feel better about it, it’ll be alright even if it is a day late.

My parents stopped by this evening and I actually talked to them. I can’t figure out why I don’t feel comfortable about telling them things – I think maybe it’s because I’m trying to be independent and they’re not letting go. Anyways, I went on about all of my assignments and crap that I have to do and let some stress out. They brought me food and cookies. Oh, and I told them about Sandy, a month and a half afterwards 😛


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