there's no use looking for houses in San Marcos now, but bands are practicing for Open Mic downstairs and, try as I might (or might not), I cannot concentrate on International Conflict and Humanitarianism at all. Upwards of 60 pages between now and tomorrow morning, ideally. We'll see what happens.
I am full of love but promise little to the world right now, other than that I will continue to try and free myself from fear, and I will not restrain myself from that which is true, and~
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