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I cried real hard yesterday, and then passed out on my bed like a chump because I was emotionally exhausted from the breakdown that happened. This morning I discovered a plot to throw me a going away party, and almost had second cryfest. Instead I made it home and determined that if I'm at risk of passing out on my bed again due to emotions, I may as well make a giant glass of creamsicle drank with extra pinnacle vodka and just pass out that way. Same end result, more orangey goodness.

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Spelunking is not for the faint of heart, as Not-So-Tall Tales of the ICU will tell you. This blogger is way funnier than I am, although I guess that isn't really saying much is it?

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I strongly dislike packing, and will put if off for a long as possible. I will probably sell all of my furniture and be sleeping on the floor before I decide to actually start consolidating three years' worth of shit into boxes.

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Why didn't anyone hear Helen Keller when she fell off the cliff?

She was wearing mittens!