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“the movers are dropping off my things tomorrow. As much as I’d like to have them, I can’t help but feel like this:” Continue reading
So the girlfriend and I made the long drive from NYC to SC. She did the driving (I offered to help, but she declined), and I did the cop spotting with Waze. Continue reading
So I made my flight despite having to dash from one set of gates to the next because Delta told me the the wrong gate last night. My interview is still twisting in the wind (it’s a somewhat informal, but … Continue reading
It was my girlfriend’s birthday, so I made a fuss over her:
The anatomy’s not quite right, but the sentiment is.