I'm not a big fan of Sundays. I feel like they're best spent hanging out with family, laying around outside, and eating. However, I'm more than eight hundred miles away from my family. Also, it's thirty degrees here with two inches of snow in the forecast for tonight. I did just eat my weight in Tostitos with a hint of lime, though.
My suite-mate says she can tell I'm homesick when I turn off the Regina Spektor and Feist and turn on the Dixie Chicks and Shania. Truth. Guess what I'm playing now.
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