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Hmm. My biking priveleges have been rather arbitrarily revoked for the rest of the semester. Apparently I've come home late without calling one too many times. The problem wasn't the lateness, it was the uncertainty. Now she'll know where I am.

Oh, well. I suppose I'll get really fat again.

And she wants "things done" for her birthday. Urgh. I don't want to go through my clothes and all the boxes.

I'd also rather not have a Calculus test tomorrow. Oh, well.