As if the others were not enough, here are six more taken last Saturday
at Chestnut. Though it was fun, their parties are not quite as great as
last year. Nevertheless, no one seemed to have a problem getting smashed.
In stark contrast of how I felt earlier this week, I'm loving being back in Santa Cruz. I love everyone so much here; it's great seeing everyone for the first time and catching up. And though I have absolutely no idea of how this year will develop, I know it's up to me to make it great
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The passage of time, however bright, is always still grieved.
Coming to Santa Cruz means leaving Sacramento behind.
Saturday is the end and beginning of so many things.