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So much yes for crashing on the floor of Reggie's room after trading music and swimming across the pool in one breath.

My TB skin test hasn't reacted... I get it read tomorrow.

Wes's show... haha. Community theater. Lots of enthusiasm can sometimes make up for lack of talent, if more talent can lead it from the front. Tony must have El Gallo's spandex belbottoms and Spanish Bandit Shirt (tm).

Waffle House is almost cheap enough to be like Norm's, though the quality is less.

My shoulders still hurt.

I am also still resonating and sudden deprivation is not cool... it's like drugs. After long withdrawal, lots at once has a bigger effect? I am going to bed anyway.

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Save me.

I was just dragged through Wal-Mart for four hours. She told me we were going to get my TB test read. Well, I stood in line and she went to the front to ask them a question and they read her arm and she didn't bother to correct them, since mine is very obviously negative. Khh.

I have so many clothes now. And a phone. And a scale. And Q-tips.

Now I am hungry.

I also found Finale Notepad through Google, whose decorations are sehr cute today, and I started transcribing this incredibly sad, sad, sad song.