Sunday, July 27

I demand a recount. It can not possibly be Sunday night. The weekend can not be over. I'm more exhausted than I was on Friday, after the longest week ever. Not that I mind helping out a friend, but seriously, moving sucks. And moving on the muggiest day of the summer especially sucks even for someone who would otherwise be cold. At any rate, I'm glad everything is moved and taken care of. I'm sore and I keep finding new bruises where things knocked against me or I knocked against things, but I'm expecting one hullva good party to make up for all the personal wear and tear.
Now to play some coins, check out, and go to bed. 'night y'all!


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