I'm officially twenty years old. It feels funny and too soon. As with many other things in my life, I just kind of feel numb to it. Last day of work at the museum today. I told my boss I wasn't going to come back in the winter yesterday, and she was sad but understanding. Bought a coat yesterday.
So on saturday, when hanging out at Mirlo, I smoked like 50 too many cigarettes, but whatever, anyways, during my extremely drunk-smoking escapade, I left?/lost my blue cheapo lighter
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