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: Empty dorm rooms...
That could be a metaphore for many things: poetic as well as image-conjuring. The end of the semester is here, and I'm living the metaphore. My room is nothing but a bed, a desk, and a computer.
...wow, that's kinda sad.
I'm almost moved into my new apartment, and I cannot... repeat: CANNOT wait to complete the transition. I took a bath today in that lovely clawfoot tub. Heaven.
What isn't heaven is the back pain I'm enduring right now. Someone should run me over a few times with a compact car. That may help a little.
Sleep awaits.
That could be a metaphore for many things: poetic as well as image-conjuring. The end of the semester is here, and I'm living the metaphore. My room is nothing but a bed, a desk, and a computer.
...wow, that's kinda sad.
I'm almost moved into my new apartment, and I cannot... repeat: CANNOT wait to complete the transition. I took a bath today in that lovely clawfoot tub. Heaven.
What isn't heaven is the back pain I'm enduring right now. Someone should run me over a few times with a compact car. That may help a little.
Sleep awaits.
Current Mood: 
sore
soreCurrent Music: Buzzing florescent lights.