Cross Your Fingers

I am really jumping the gun on this post. Why? I can't tell you. Why did I even bother to post at all? Well its late, I'm bored, and anxious for this week. Yes, I know you haven't heard from me in a while. If you want to know whats up here:

california rolla

That's right, I got my plates. I waited until the ding of the bell. It almost came down to a decision and I don't think I had the points to retain the belt. Should I go to sleep? yes.

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