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Stupid brain.
I've been dealing with a crippling bout of homesickness lately. I've been looking though my scrapbooks at night before I go to sleep, even. It hasn't been this bad over a year and a half. Anyway, I was looking through Satan's Laundromat and Forgotten NY, and it made me realize just how much I love home and miss it. I really, really want to go back. To live, I mean, not just to visit; and I don't know when, if ever, that will happen.
Blah. I think I should get off the computer before I work myself into a worse mood than I'm already in and go do something constructive, like clean my room.
Blah. I think I should get off the computer before I work myself into a worse mood than I'm already in and go do something constructive, like clean my room.