Let us talk about the fact that I went to dinner with my 83-year-old grand-aunt yesterday, her kids and grandkids, and some more relatives that I actually know.
It was surprisingly not as awkward as it could have been. It was good to see my cousin Nick again; he lives in Sacramento now and I haven't seen him since August, at least, when he was home for a few days. He drove me back to Berkeley afterward, and it was good just to talk to him, you know?
Anyway. I left there with a lot of food and oranges. I literally have at least ten pounds of oranges just sitting in my room. I don't even know what to do, seriously. I've been eating one for breakfast nearly every day.
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