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I burnt the fries.

Everyday I wake up wondering what the day is going to look like in my new environment. Back in Bozeman I almost always had a plan for the day. I tried my hardest to accomplish most everything in the morning to leave the afternoon for whatever I wanted it to look like. Here I am staying at my parents house and I find my days go by so slowly. Even the times I head over to White Salmon for story time or go down to Potlatch to visit my in-laws seem to move slow.