Which leads to my other thoughts: moving. Oh dear god, I'm so afraid I will find something dead or long forgotten when I try and remove stuff from the apartment that I will have lived in for three years. Oh wait, did I once have a second cat? Really? Well damn, I guess my room ate and made me forget about it.
Mostly though I'm trying to decided whether I should confess that I already read Ava's entry. It's too late, or maybe early, to go back now however. I just wish it were a more appropriate hour to call...
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