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over the hump

john can’t help with moving tonight, so we’re on our own. this means … what does this mean. i don’t know. this means we both get home, exhausted, hungry, pitiful but still cheery overall, and do what we can in a couple carloads before it is voyager-time. then bed. this is what i am assuming will happen tonight. if i am wrong, you will know about it soon enough.

i leave you with the following: i forgot to wash out my coffee-mug. damn.

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