Today, I turned 23 years old.
And again must I share my birthday with a horrible occurrence. My mom actually called this morning not to say happy birthday but to warn me of the tsunami.
I also had to work today but had to split my shift in half to come back home to do a study and then drive through traffic to get back to work only to drive back home in worser traffic.
Then Richard blew off our original plans so he can go biking with his boss.
I can't help but to feel upset and just want to lay in bed all weekend.
At least I came home to this:
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