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Rhiannon. Revolts. It's that simple.
8/4/2004
Chapter the Thirtieth Well, I've had a seriously shitty week so far. However, there isn't much that I want to write about, in terms of my life at Smith. Other than the fact that the kitchen is a mess, which is not my fault. And I would clean it, but: -I have nothing to clean it with -My germphobia would go completely wild. I miss my mother and grandmother's kitchen, where one could cook and not worry about getting ill. That, and there was a woman in here today who was SNEEZING constantly, who I had to give a disk drive. Blech. It makes me twitch and shiver. She probably didn't have a cold, but still...ew. I need to get back to T--- House, and into a regular sort of life again. |
