I left my friends, after a weekend of experiencing the fun I'm not having at Northeastern.
The flash drive I was trying to mail was stolen by some asshole at USPS.
I locked myself out of my room again-- the R.A. literally just needs to walk 100 feet down the hall and let me back in and yet he takes fucking 15 minutes while I'm standing out in the hall.
And now I have to write a paper.
Sweet!
love you, steve. don't worry about it!
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