I finally made it back home... in all of it's splendor. Why do I keep going back here? Home is where the heart is, and that has been gone for a LONG ass time. *sigh* I was awakened this morning by a pissy mother who INSISTED I come home right away. I started listing off the times when I could make it to the bus station, none of them were good
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My contact info is posted in a friends-only post in my Livejournal, so you know how to reach me.
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