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Yesterday, I get home and my dad hands me my mail. To my surprise, there's a lit mag in there with one of my poems in it! I'm guessing my acceptance letter was lost in the mail during the time where I was changing my address. "Careers" was the poem they accepted (they being first class).

Also, I took my car into Firestone yesterday, because my brakes were starting to concern me. ( Read more... )

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Firestone won't release my car without repair.

I'm not getting any work done.

Edit: Oh, but I just got the good news that my boss (from afar) has let everyone go home, since it's so slow on Good Friday! That's just... great.

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