so as i sit here on a beatiful friday afternoon, i look back on the times that came before. or something like that. like "how old is this peanut butter i'm eating right now?" and " if i died of anthrax in my dorm room, who should I call to get my body?". I have a psych final Monday that I have to read 7 chapters for. Theoretically its more like
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