then, hopefully! i can bike to the library, and do some research. if i had my bike all hooked up with the carrying thing, id try and get some pots and supplies. but alas dad doesn't have a fire under his butt to attach it for me.
then i might bike to dads shop to collect that sand paper, because honestly i just don't trust him to remember.
I'm still exhausted. I'm going to burn out really quick here. i can already feel it coming up. oh well, when i burn, i burn...
speaking of lighting a fire i guess i should stop farting around over here and get my ass outside with paper, pencil, and measuring tape, and get er done!
cya!
Oh yes. She did.
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