Five-Hundred Twenty-five Thousand, Six-Hundred Minutes...

I hate a certain someone's boyfriend, yes I do (names omitted for plausible deniability).

Anyway, I just wanted to write for some reason. I'm leaving for Florida on Tues, and I really can't wait. I just want to get there, get my ID card, and go play for a while before I start work. My friend Celeste thinks that after she comes to visit me in Feb that she'll never see me again. I think that we'll at least keep in touch. Well, I hope so anyway.

... How do you measure a year?