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Yeah. It was kinda eerie tonight. When I left Adam's at about quarter to twelve, it was pretty light. Guess that's what you get in that suburban hell also known as Cherry Hill. But no, Cherry Hill is just a part of life around here, never mind that I try to avoid it as much as possible, but it just can't be done. Suburbia sucks! I have some lyrics I wrote somewhere...but that's upstairs. Later, I say, later. Anyway, hung out at Adam's tonight. The "purple card" game is nuts. Like charades, only not. Anything goes. I kind of remember something about some old guy working at McDonalds...yeah...that's why we're sending Jess off to Pittsburgh. But we'll miss her anyway. And no Adam, no whipped cream fights. Sorry. No whippets either, hold the can completely upside down. Sort of hard to believe that I could deal with whipped cream after spray painting all week. Okay. Not talking in complete sentences. Should sleep now. G'nite all.