Here goes . . .

[calypsa]

Haven't updated in a while. Lots has happened since I left Hartwick on Friday evening. Only some of it is worth writing out, the rest will be told when I see you all in person.

So, at work, I did inventory for like three straight days. Boredome is . . . counting three hundred and sixty six little plastic bags with pink ear plugs in them. Yes, that is the dictionary definition.

Wednesday, trying to meet Noelle to go to Albany. Yeeeeaaaah. Well, let's just say it involves a miscomunication, a hillbilly, a retarded ex-con waiting for his parole officer, and about three hours worth of listening to Third Eye Blind's self-titled album.

Getting lost in FREAKING ALBANY. Yeah. That wasn't fun. Let's not do it again. Plus, the heat in Toby to keep the windows clear in the freaking rain felt like the RAIN FOREST IN AUGUST and I think it really did melt part of my brain.

Anyway, that's the short version. I'll ragale you all with the long version when I see you.

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