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Healing
I woke up this morning, my 20th birthday, stretch, and instantly regret the action. Every muscle in my body hurts and my head feels about ready to fall off my neck. I glance down at my wrists and, sure enough, I have two handprint-shaped bruises. Lovely. I hobble downstairs and stand in the hot shower, sore, groggy, and with the drugged feeling I' ( Read more... ) -
Living History
It's amazing how much can change in a year. Friends, skills, confidence, experience, a year is a long time for some things. But as my alarm started blaring at 7:30 in the morning all I could think was how it felt like the most ungodly hour ever, despite being an hour and a half later than I woke up for all of highschool. But it was for a good cause ( Read more... ) -
Ghosts Were People Too: Part Two
(Internet is finally back! I wrote this up on Sunday, just didn't get to post it.)
Mom, Pam, and I had gone to pick up Tif around 1 o’clock, and the two of us hung out for the rest of the day until it was time to head over to the museum. It was the second and final night of the Ghost Hunting Seminar; the first night had gone splendidly well, and we ( Read more... )
