Dear Diary,
It has happened.
I have spent the week home, alone;
eating reconstituted noodles and beer, teaching myself photoshop and hand built pottery while watching sitcom reruns.
I have turned into my father.
Kill me now.
It has happened.
I have spent the week home, alone;
eating reconstituted noodles and beer, teaching myself photoshop and hand built pottery while watching sitcom reruns.
I have turned into my father.
Kill me now.
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