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I have returned to that wonderful dystopia New Haven. The journey back home only required an un-air conditioned train and a walk through crack-head territory. And then the real stress started, my New York adventure with memphis86 wasn't enough to keep them at bay.
I kinda spent the rest of the day running around at three-hundred miles an hour. Meeting with volume, homework, dad, phone calls, home work, IM study break, home work, and I still have reading. GLARG.