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Well, she's here.
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It's weird waking up to music. And also weird how I don't seem to mind that it's uber-Christian music and Mom's speaking in tongues in the other room. (Could this be *gasp* maturity?) I figure if I can list Handel's Messiah as one of my favourite pieces of music, I can put up with worship. We'll see how I feel by the end of the summer, though.
This was completely anti-climactic. Dur.