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That doesn't much look like a fish, but oh well. I need to be consice because I must depart for the bus soon! Yearbook was actually really good, on account of there were 4 of us there, and none of those 4 was Dictator Girl! Whoo hoo! AND we actually accomplished some things. I like this small 'class' of yearbook-ness. It is rather joyous. Last night was fairly boring. I did my homework, dad and I cleaned out our liquor cabinet. And by cleaning out, I mean we sampled the stuff we haven't touched in forever and if we didn't like it, tossed it down the drain. For the record, Mescal tastes how it smells, which is basically like terpentine. Ew. (It's the one with the worm in the bottle.) I suggested tossing a lighted match into the sink afterword to see if it would light on fire, but dad said we'd likely just blow the pipes up in the process. Darn. But really, I'm perfectly willing to sacrifice our drains in the pursuit of science. Mark and I discussed res options last night and decided to go to u of a to look at them this weekend. Very productive. Anyway, that was my night and now I have to go find my bus! YAY! (or not. Yes, really not.)