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[afufle]

So to speak. I'm supposed to be at my mom's house (according to me), but the front door is latched--not locked so I could open it with my key, but latched. My mom's car is at the back of the driveway, so I guess she's there--maybe not, come to think of it. I guess I'm not even sure if that's her car. I guess I'll have to do it anyway. But I have to go to Linda's tonight.

I don't know what the problem is, I hate being scared of my mom, but it's just my reactions to her. She just seems to upset me with every word she says. Geez, I have to pack things to go to Linda's so I guess I really missed my chance to pack some things.

Buggers, 2 min. left. Gotta go. Nervous.

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[afufle.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I was just getting my nerves out of the way by blogging. I think she'll give me an extension on the deadline.

Now I'm just confused by having to sort out all the mess--I have been such a packrat. I threw out a lot, but there is a lot yet to do.