What is that? I get off the plane in Denver, get picked up by my parents and proceed straight to my brother's house at Colorado School of Mines. There, we go out for lunch, where he informs us that his door got broken and hasn't been fixed yet. But not to worry, he had the door, it just didn't fit into his door frame. You see, his house is really really old and nothing - NOTHING is square. Of course, we decide to fix it, so we get out the belt sander and in two hours flat, the door is in and I'm ready to fall back asleep. It's good to be home.
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