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Right, so, I realise this is exactly the same thing I said yesterday, but:

NNNNNNNNNggggggggghasdgsadffMORNING??!?!!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why does morning happen every damn day? Shouldn't we get some days off for good behaviour? Weekends, maybe?

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My dad's best friend, who my dad calls the smartest man he's ever known and I, out of love and loyalty, call the second smartest man I've ever known, after my father, sat out on the deck with me for three hours and let me talk about Stead. It was wonderful. I am sunburnt and confident. It's lovely.

Also, after not seeing my family for a month and a half, it's wonderful to be home again. My sister gave me presents from the school trip she took to New York a while ago and my mother made my favourite soup for me for lunch and my dad hugged me and let me steal his best friend for three hours.

Fantastic.

Except for the heat, which is even worse in North Bay than it was in Ottawa.