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After a big fuss, I bought the wrong vacuum bags, and I can't exchange them until the morning.
I should have known that when Ann said they bought the wrong bags last time, that it was also the wrong bag in the vacuum when I was checking what kind to get.
Sometimes I wonder who's more stubborn: me or my dad? Perhaps we're tied? ;-)
I suppose it's just as well, considering that the 'rents will be in bed within two hours, although I at least would have liked to get my nightstand set up.

This song is reminding me heavily of Patrick... As I was saying to yumenohoshi and Ann earlier, I'm feeling myself getting over Patrick, but on the other hand I hate that idea and don't want to get over him. How unhealthy is that?!
But after that pang I felt just now, at least I know it's the lesser of two evils.
I wish I had a TV so I could just plop down on the couch and watch me some Spirited Away.

I wanna go and hang out with someone...