So, my parents have ventured into the land of the 'supermarket' on Christmas Eve Eve, never to be seen again. Meanwhile, I'm running on 5.5 hours of sleep, I didn't get the coffee I was promised, and I smell...tasty. Actually, I smell like 80's night...smoke, sweat, and the vodka that Leigh spilled on me. Mmmm...it was a beautiful reunion, indeed.
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