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I've got a strizzoke in my brizzain. I am drizzunk, and my brizzain is not working right. Wow, it was an early night. But eventful, it was! Clay, beer, and boardgames, that's all you need in life. I love our new apartment. It gets a bit loud sometimes when they have bands play downstairs, but it's really, really great and I hope we live here a long time. I want to go to France again. I have decided this after talking to Ktrey about his travels abroad. I need to go. I must go. Soon! Wow, disjointed this is. Yoda, I am. But really, I want to be fluent in French and be a teacher and move out west and live happily ever after. It happens just like that, no? I should stop this entry before I say anything too embarrassing or accidentally delete it because of my drunken fumblings.
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