11 hours to freedom--time to finally put pen to paper and get that essay done. I haven't finished half of the readings, but essay > summaries (though they're both 50%).
Have got this strange sweets craving--anything remotely milk chocolate, condensed milk--for something really really intensely cloyingly sinful. I downed half a box of Godiva's (not really) dark chocolate pearls to no avail. My craving might be a manifestation of depression... but weirdly, I haven't had any inkling of the usual pain this month. Shrugs. Hooray for no painkillers.
80s on the Class 95 today is SUHWEET. (Pun not intended.) "Well, I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more." (8) I've heard this on the radio so many times over the last few days. Sign, much?
Where should I go tomorrow?
6 years ago
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