For those of you worried about the title of this post, you can put the rifles back in the gun closet or under the bed, there is no yankee that "needs to be taken care".
I am simply referring to the items of clothing I am wearing curled up on my bed while writing this post.
Have you ever had any clothes that made you feel safe?
Well mine include my dad's phi delta theta shirt and a pair green, bulldog boxers.
To give you the back story, today has been a very stressful day.
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I was supposed to register for classes next semester, and what did I not do tonight? Register for classes. You may ask, "well Palmer why didn't you?" or "why don't you register now?" Well ladies and gentlemen, what we have here is a wonderful example of miscommunication. Let's just say Colgate forgot to inform me about a fee I had not yet paid, oh and it turns out, if you have outstanding payments, you are not allowed to register. Yippee!
Now this is no one's fault but my own, so please do not think I am pointing fingers.
The whole process of registering is already stressful, but the addition of not knowing why the computer says I cannot register and having to figure out why takes a toll on a person. Luckily it seems most of my classes are still open. Only one has closed, but I have already emailed the professor explaining my dilemma and asking to meet with her. Hopefully I will be able to use my southern charm to persuade her to make an exception for me.
But if not it isn't the end of the world.
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You can see why I needed to crawl into my worn out, comfy clothes and let the love worn in them infuse into me. If I could, I would throw on my Jackson Hole long sleeve shirt, but it isn't cold enough for that.
I promise, you can put away the shovel, nothing needs to be hidden amongst 1,000 acres of land.
When I do, I will already have my shotgun in hand when I call.
Lots of Love
Palmer
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