Whew

5:42 p.m.

I asked my mom about the scar on my chin yesterday and all she told me was that she didn't remember a whole lot about it except that it was a cut down to the bone and I had to have stitches that were in for quite a while. I'm going to stick with my assumption that I fell down or something. It's a lot easier than thinking I've got some bizarre repressed memories that my family isn't telling me about, and twenty percent less conspiratorial as well.

I believe Andria is coming to visit this Thursday, assuming nothing drastic happens to prevent it. She's had to cancel a few potential visits already, and lots of extenuating circumstances keep me from visiting her, so it's been a while since we've seen each other. As such, I'm looking forward to the visit quite a bit. We'll all have to party, despite the fact that party is not in any way, shape, or form a verb.

I was cleaning my room earlier today and I found some of the pictures that I took while I was in Canada. I'm going to scan those in and put them up later today so you can see what a funtabulous time I had.

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