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Today has been quite the day. Slept in, woke up feeling crummy, skipped class. Felt better, called up [Bad username or unknown identity: _jibberish_, made plans to go to the mall. Went to the bank, then mall. Bought a gift, batteries and lattes/machiattos (got voucher for free drink because of a screwy order. Yaye!) Came home, made pizza, watched Jarhead together. Phonecall from random relative telling me that my great-uncle is dying, and is alone and looking for one of his nieces. Freaked out, but Jen kept me good. Mom came home, she called around, then we watched baseball. After baseball and mom's crushing disappointment, we watched the end of an episode of Homicide: Life on the Street. Told Jen that I would lend her tape of first season when the show was pretty damn good. We then watched the first two episodes while progressing on our knitting. Tired now, but... Buddy's dying, and no one is there with him. That's just not right. ]
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