I’ve already missed eight days. Shit. That’s a week and one day. 192 hours. I better start adding up more shit to make up for it.
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I’ve already missed eight days. Shit. That’s a week and one day. 192 hours. I better start adding up more shit to make up for it.
This post had 105 characters.
I took this about a week ago while playing cards with my grandparents. I always have fun spending time with them. Until royal flushes happen. Then I’m just mad I lost.
Circa 1993. I do believe I’m wearing Pumps. And that’s all that mattered to me back then.
With finals coming up, I don’t get much sleep. I research, write, research, and write some more. Luckily, I’m almost done.
Lindsay got me a new softball bat for our two-year anniversary. It’s nice. Line drive city.
I love bargain shopping for cameras at thrift stores. This one was two dollars (including labels).
Got my Macbook fixed (Apple’s service team rules). Decided to clean up my CPU from the inside out. Starting with the desktop. So fresh, and so clean, clean.
iCrack.
For no reason my computer has started to fall apart. I made an appointment with the Mac Geniuses, hopefully they will fix it quickly.