this must be a thursday...

okay, great story
had jazz band after school, came home like 4 with dad, mom left note saying she
was going to a book sale and would be back at 5. Well, by this point, its 6:30 and we;ve called mom but theres no answer. finally at about 7 she calls, saying she lost track of time. its bloody effing night outside!! ah well. it was funny. Now i have something to hold against her if i ever lose track of a curfew, haha.
fine, its getting late, going nuts here
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