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But when I got to the Barracks Road Nations Bank, I found it closed in memory of a largely discredited Spanish sailor. I'd forgotten my wallet anyway.
I took a good long nap in the afternoon, and drank some beers with the housemates, Peggy, Zach and Shonin (he's back for Fall Break from William and Mary). The boys had been playing baseball and Matthew Hart was covered in orange dirt in the aftermath of an enthusiastic slide. Deya managed to get the heat working for the first time ever, and this added a certain coziness to the ambiance of Kappa Mutha Fucka.
On the ride to work tonight, I saw at least two couples involved in lovers' quarrels.
Get a sense of what I was like exactly eight years ago and one year ago today.