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I have the best friends in the world. It's impossible to stay unhappy around such people, even in the wake of the PHYSICS LAB OF DEATH. As of today, I'm nineteen, and fate was much kinder to me today than a year ago today. No one died, parents didn't fight (that I know), travel didn't extend beyond walking to the Herak building. And last night was hugely enjoyable. March 8th was the birthday of another friend, a super-nice guy who everyone loves because he's just so Nice. Earlier in the week there was a collection for his birthday present, a mandolin.

Best idea ever.

So it was full of happy--who can complain?

I suddenly lost interest in narrating the events of my life, so I'll stop the entry there. I go home tomorrow, and I have all my work finished, finally.