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I am trying to post something but my dog is on my lap and keep putting his head under my hand to get me to pet him. It's just as well, I don't have anything to say really. He's too cute. My cousin, "the certified barista of the Starbucks Coffe Company" is camped out here so she is closer to campus. She wants to know when I'll be home from class so she doesn't get lonely. I'll be home at 2:23. The certified Barista wants to know if a minute is long enough to microwave coffee. I warned her it would be hot. It was. She's cold now and calling my dog a pansy.