Michael is right now on his way up to my house. And he is going to be there, doing various house-y type projects, while i am here, working, at work.
This feels a bit odd.
I can be quite territorial about my house, and it seems weird for someone, even michael, to be in it while I'm not there.
interesting little bit of reversal, too ... he's in the 909 while i'm in the OC.
but i'll be up there soon enough. out of here in 6 hours, anyway. I'm trying to write a paper for my pain-in-the-ass english class, but it isn't going so well. I hate writing when I'm told to write ...
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