All I do is think about work and its difficult to think of things to say beyond 140 characters.
I love my major, but its all-consuming high-speed and I have adapted to it far too well.
I'm nostalgic for theatre, nostalgic for endless nights with street lights and easy conversation. Why am I so alone now?
Its the weekend now, and I have the rest of House of Cards to watch, a paper to write, an article to write, a sex ed orientation to attend (???), and Patrick's coming down Saturday night. Then, its March. and March brings on a whole other slew of crazy.
Sigh.
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