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Today Mike suggested that I should make a shirt that says, "I'm cranky!" so that I don't have to warn people. I told him to stick his t-shirt idea someplace cramped and smelly. Meetings at 8:30 do not agree with me, as 8:30 is a time for waking up and not for going to a meeting.

How did I ever get through college, with 8:00 Lit Crit classes and the like?

My mommy says to tell you all hello, and Jess, she says no volcanos for you. Because apparently there's one doing something up there someplace.

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PS: If any of you get things in the mail from me that smell vaguely alcoholic, it's 'cause I keep forgetting what I'm doing and drink some port right before licking envelopes.
Port and envelope paste do not go nicely together, I must say.