Jess (lieutfaber) wrote,

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so. this mornign, my dad calls upstairs at 5:52. i still have 8 min before my alarm clock. turns out our fridge has died. and there is ickyness all over the floor from meat. yuck. so dad took off today to get a new fridge, hopefully.

tonight is 7th grade concert. i am apparently in the 7th grade, since i am playing. but i am also conducting a piece. i am sp3c1al.

it is supposed to be gross again tomorrow night. lots of freezing rain predicted. >_
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