Wake up Silvio, Tony's dead. The Sopranos are over and Sunday nights are now left to doing something less productive than watching a tv show that I only recently got addicted to (thank you A&E reruns). The boys are all up in arms and I don't blame them. If I dedicated eight years to watching America's favorite crime family justify it's life, only to be perplexed by it's maybe/maybe not end... yeah, there'd be hell to pay. But it's done and I guess I'll just wait for the movie.
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. The countdown to funfetti cupcakes begins. It's strange to know that this is my last week in tallahassee. I'm having brunch with the ladies on Sunday as a little farewell and there's talk of a finnegans bash but we'll just have to see. It'll be here before I know it, and all that could have been will change into what is.
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