So this new buddy I met currently lives in a triple in my old hall. He tells me there's this guy that's been coming in every so often and leaving his roommate these random gifts. First was this sleep mask. Second was this broken umbrella handle. Third was this kindling log. With all these "gifts" came a note that said something like: "I entrust in you this log which contains special powers. You must listen to the log, and one day, it will speak to you, and you will understand its powers". I laugh because I suspect it's one of the dudes that used to live there. He smokes a lot of pot.
Upon hearing that I've scheduled my classes to have a four day weekend, my mother says: "... Why do you have to come home so often?"
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