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I'm kind of in a tiny funk. Most likely I'm still just groggy from sleep and I want to talk to someone - but also, I just talked to my dad the other day. I'm not too proud to say this - but my Dad's been living in a house his mom gave him the past 8 years. I don't think he was paying rent. Or property taxes.. or anything. She's finally pulling that from him (justified, in my opinion) and now he and my sister have to move in a month or two. Where to go? Who knows. In a way - I think, thank god. Now they HAVE to do something. A change - a new direction - a fucking wake up call - SOMETHING. On the other hand, I know my Dad's kinda heartbroken.. he loves that house and doesn't want to sell his stuff, so I do feel bad. But damn. It's time. That and the fact that my knee's are giving out. Or something. I'm standing allllll day at school and then running to work where I do nothing but stand again - the knee's are crying. I'm wearing two braces, but it still hurts. Yarrrrg. I'm off to work now. PS - Santana's "Shaman" CD is awesome. What a dumb closing. :)
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