So is it bad that I'm more pissed off about the state Dad has left the yard and all his plants in than anything else about this whole colossal clusterfuck
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So I've gotten up at six in the morning to drive the seven or so hours home to St. Simons so I can see my mom for a belated mother's day.
I don't think I'm going to fall asleep on the road, but I predict the long, pine-tree encrusted stretch of I-16 is going to be interesting. In that wierd, twisted, not-really kind of way.