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It's not like this week was a terrible week. I just had some messy karma or something. Nothing going my way. Housing situation falls through. Don't meet up with John's boys in the city. Put a couple bucks on my Metro card and I get $5.00 worth of quarters back (20 quarters is a lot of weight to be carrying around in your pocket, not to mention all the jangling it produces). Breaking out with zits like its the 10th grade.

So no pictures of parties and bars and social gatherings this time. I'm getting tired of setting up shots when I could be chatting with everyone. Instead, you get to see what goes on in my rented out room. When I get back from work, the indian summer sunlight passes through the venetian blinds and covers my room in stripes. The photo opportunity is too easy.