Friday the 7th, boots two tight, three songs, uncomfortable couch. the next friday, a trip down the stairs, a poker chip, and a welcome morning. By the way, all of your friends are insane.

PS. I need to buy a calendar. Leaving little notes like these for myself scattered all over the internet is not the bast way to keep my life in order. Oh well.

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