Well, here's the dealio. I didn't receive the memo (and after Andrew promised he'd be able to get the key to the Writing Center, no less!) that said the party had moved to a different location. So I was lagging plaintively around the Writing Center at 7:00 on Monday night, and after several minutes of waiting and looking very sad, I crawled back to my dorm, curled up in a little ball, and wondered if Andrew wasn't trying to tell me something...sigh.
Just browsing the internet. You have a very, very interesting blog.
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