Oh the joys of being a big sister.. the picture above is of my English notes, sopping wet and juice-covered. Of course my lovely brother Hugh decided it would be an excellent idea to run with his full glass of tang into the dining room. This is where my poor, innocent notes lay on the ground. My ceiling fan had blown them off the table. And of course, where does the juice go sloshing over the sides of his cup? Right over top of my paper, sending a thunderstorm raining down on it. It is currently sitting on my table. Hopefully it dries decently. Anyways off to do my homework looking off of my saturated paper. Hope all of your days are going better.
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