Six-Hour Shifts, Sisters, and Snags

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Well, I really don’t have much to say today. I just got off a six-hour shift, and I’m tired and would like to refrain from doing anything more strenuous than breathing right now. But I dragged myself over to the computer to do this, because, well, I know how worried you readers get when you don’t see a new post by me every day. You start to assume the worst, thinking that I’m dead or severely injured, or perhaps mentally incapacitated. And while that last one might be true, the fear of having angry mobs surrounding my house keeps me writing.

To follow up yesterday’s post with an update, things are a lot better at my sister’s apartment. My mom was telling me that they had prayed over the whole place, but even when they went in there to do so, things were a lot different. So that’s pretty awesome. God rocks. A lot.

That’s about everything I have to say for today. I’ve slowly been working on my Physics project, one tiny bit at a time, but it’s coming together quite nicely, and I think it’s basically just a matter of working out some minor snags now. I’m not quite sure what a snag is exactly, but it sounds pretty cool. Apparently I’ve hit some, though. So I’m not sure whether that’s good or bad. Poor snags. Just didn’t have a chance in the world. Anyways, I’ll stop creeping you all out and end this post. Goodbye, and have a nice life. See you never. Unless you’re a snag, of course.

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