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Sep. 8th, 2001 05:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolariWell, I've done it. Dropped the official "I'm leaving on the 30th" letter. I'm committed to going home.
Or maybe I should just be committed.
Any ways, on my way back, one of the local strays, Sophie, kept running. She'd sit somewhere until I got out of site, then run up to me. I thought it was kinda wioerd...Sophie doesn't like me much.
Then I felt a weird tug on my shirt, and nothing was there. Sophie was stalking something I couldn't see. Fun-kee.
Maybe it was the fact I was running around at 5AM.
Or maybe I should just be committed.
Any ways, on my way back, one of the local strays, Sophie, kept running. She'd sit somewhere until I got out of site, then run up to me. I thought it was kinda wioerd...Sophie doesn't like me much.
Then I felt a weird tug on my shirt, and nothing was there. Sophie was stalking something I couldn't see. Fun-kee.
Maybe it was the fact I was running around at 5AM.
