Four hours the night before last, four last night, and I managed to wake up at seven and hear the early commute and bustle. Crossing my fingers for sunshine and an excuse to wear my Mexican poncho.
Lower back pains still there, taking ibuprofen like an addict. Well, not really.
And is it terrible that I'm from Seattle and don't really like the Dave Matthews Band? Sorry guys.
Missin' all the right people.
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