Hot Cocoa in August

It was surprisingly cold when I woke up this morning. I think my mom opened up the windows a bit early, letting in wave after wave of cool, allergen-filled air. I sneezed a lot. I made hot cocoa.

There was also much ass-sittery, as well as game playing and Simpsons watching at Jeff’s house. My family then went to see a St. Paul Saints baseball game, but we left after the fifth inning because my mom didn’t want to stay any longer.

Now that I’m back at the house, I think I’d rather nap than pack. Unfortunately, I must pack, since I return to Swarthmore tomorrow.

Poll: Wrong Beverage?

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