There really isn't all that much I can say about the past few days. I haven't done anything of note (go figure). And what can I say about home? I really don't want to be here. It's one redeeming virtue: it's not Lister. So for now, I tolerate it all. Badly, but whatever. At least I have the kitties to play with when they're not sleeping or eating (a whopping half an hour a day, wow).
If the rest of the summer goes by this slowly, I may be forced to throw myself into oncoming traffic. Because old habits die hard. Very hard indeed.
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Well you're not going by yourself! I'm throwing myself into traffic with you! Do you prefer an on-coming collision, or perhaps a speeding truck? Oh I can't decide. Double suicide- eh Mare?! It'll be fun!
*note: Hope has gone psycho because of over-exposure to boredom and cornic nothing-to-do-ness; all the while suffering from continual family irritation. Please bear with her condition*
-Hope
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