So, I get home from Virginia and my dog is so absolutely excited to see me that he fucking pees on me. Gross. That's ok, though. My room looks like my suitcases blew up. My desk looks like Staples blew up on it. I'm tired. I should go to bed. It's raining outside. Actually, I think it stopped, but it did, for all of about a minute. Yeah, definitely
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