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I've forgotten how much I hate summers sometimes. It's not just the climate of Nebraska -- if you ignore the thunderstorms that make tornados a half-hour's drive south of you, we've been having good weather. It's the fact I never get anything done when I am at home in the summer. I sit around, daydream, and wait until I can get online at night. Then I goof off and go to bed. I'm not even getting offline work done on my computer. Or packing. I tend to be much more productive when I have something forcing me to budget my time.

Mom didn't like the idea of me staying up until 5 AM talking to people last night. She claims it made me cranky. She could be right. I will go to bed before my sister gets up for work the next time.