Thursday, July 27, 2006
Finito
Done. Now I get to pack up my apartment, run a bunch of errands, load up a moving truck in 95 degree heat, drive for a while, unload said moving truck in 105 degree heat, pack, and then spend 36 hours on a plane and in transit before I can say I'm on vacation. But I feel like I am already there.
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I'm happy for you. Can't wait to see you today, but I hope you did well. I know YOU probably think you didn't, but you are your own worse critic.
me
So jealous. What an awesome post-bar vacation. I went to Italy, Spain, and France, but I wish I had gone further.
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