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*red mage* a master of both black and white magic perfectionist; dashing; imaginative | ![]() |
| [Final Fantasy Tactics Job Class] | ||
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*red mage* a master of both black and white magic perfectionist; dashing; imaginative | ![]() |
| [Final Fantasy Tactics Job Class] | ||
Things got into gear again today. Mom and I went to the laundromat, where we washed the rest of the clothes going back with me. The first time I brought my laptop out in public, playing Scrabble and Alpha Centauri. It made the time pass quicker, let me tell you. My only annoyance is that Mom never knew when she was going to be ready to go. "Only ten more minutes, I promise!" Hoo boy...
We had lunch, and Mom watched X-Men while I checked my mail. I got carried away in what I was doing so that Mom came harrumphing up the stairs, chiding me for taking so damn long. I was waiting for the movie to finish, out of common courtesy. I figured she would be up to get me once the movie was over. Apparently, I miscalculated. Ah well. The clothes got packed anyway, but my pledge to pack less stuff went right out the airlock. I am considering sending stuff back with Mom.
Left to do tomorrow: Pack linens, get my hair(s) cut, and pack the van. Oh, and get to bed early since Mom is waking me at 4 in the frelling morning to get down to B-Burg. Ah well.