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[arachnologist]

Am I just not cool enough to get a roommate?

Still here, by the way.

Can I get a roll call or something?

This is probably sort of belated, but I've been busy. Like. Really. You don't even know.

That sounds weak even to me. Let's move on.

So. Summer. What do people do here? That aren't, like. Summer camp age. Definitely outgrew that at fourteen years old. Can't really do internships anymore, that's pretty much off the table. I mean, I guess I still could, but wow, let's not get sidetracked.

I don't know if I want a job. I'm still figuring that out. Just a way to pass the time is all I'm really looking for. Does this question get asked constantly? I bet it does. I'm not looking.

Okay, here's a really morbid question. I have a good reason for asking, just bear with me. Is there a cemetery here? There has to be. Near the hospital, maybe? God.

How do people sign off on their posts? I'm just full of great questions today. It feels weird just leaving it, you know? I haven't done the online blogging thing since, uh. Ever? Right. Okay, whatever. If anyone wants to reach me personally, the important people should have my number. Thanks.

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[detectivewonder]

You never know. On New Moore, that might be literally true.

Actually, it'd have to be, since I'm not aware of any grad school programs at NMCC.

[arachnologist]

Whoa. Are you copping by way of implication to being a time traveler, Tim? That's heavy.

What, no post-grad options for the fictional vacationers? Color me shocked.

[detectivewonder]

Not me. I'm condensing my courseload to get my BS a year early, and then I'm applying to the police department. They need better forensics teams.

Means I don't expect to sleep next year, but I won't need time travel.