So here I sit, hours away from home, in a strange apartment, in a strange bed, with a new roommate.
Again.
This life is not for the faint of heart.
And my roommate is very nice, but I'm looking at the music I have to sing for the next three months, and I can't help but feel that I've made a big mistake.
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Keep your chin up. It'll work out one way or another...