Thunder surrounds the house as I work on my essay on Beloved for English. Due tomorrow.
I was awoken this morning by Papa Masucci knocking on my door. Coming downstairs I realized that the sign on the chalk board reading "French Toast for Breakfast Please!" meant that he was hungry and woke me up so that I could make Big American Breakfast.
After colazione I skibbled on down to Nash's in my pajamas. Not realizing that he was having "Family Lunch" which meant his ENTIRE family. So I made a run for it before getting too many annoyed looks at my red stripy sweat pants and matching shirt.
Now it is raining and hailing off and on. But tremendously.
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