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I'm over bring cold all the time. Cold and wet. It's gross. Quiet, but ever so cold. And the only thing the cold really makes me want to do is cuddle under blankets, which typically ends in my falling asleep, then either being woken up within two hours by a cell phone or mother. Regardless, I don't feel like doing anything in the cold. I need more responsibilities. Or something like that. I don't know. Let's see now. There seems to be a lot of Biology to be done, along with US History stuff and a British Author's poem to read. Beautiful. Bio, then BA, the US. Cool. Let's see what happens. Because daydreaming, no matter how cute and wonderful it is, doesn't add many productivity points. I'd love so much for this week to get going to I can have a weekend again. Even the day off, I suppose. Something tangibly good that I can hold on to wouldn't be awful either. |
