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I watched the train go by. It was accelerating out of Fort Collins, and, since it was real long, I got to watch the process of it speeding up, terminated by the engine at the tail end making all sorts of crazy noises.
I’ve been thinking about Andy a lot, lately. I’ve realized I don’t know what we are anymore, but I’m happy that we’re close, I suppose.
My roommate snorted a line of crushed Vicodan (Vicodin?) off the desk earlier. I was slightly amused and appropriately horrified