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Sunday, April 23, 2017


Someone spilled coffee all over Ming's PROTECT THE SACRED sign I made for him, ruining it, when we weren't here.  What kind of asshole would do that and not say sorry?  Two drips of coffee got on my THE ONLY SOLUTION IS LOVE sign, ruining it also, I think.  We need more foamcore.

I have a headache.  Ming and I picked up a friend and helped her jump her car.  Then she followed us here to use our wifi to get directions to the Berniecrat party she's going to.  Then she left.

Looks kind of like rain out there.  H is playing a game on his phone, outside.  I can hear the side effects from here.  No, sound effects.


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