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Looking at my last few entries, I realize that since October I've only written during moments of crisis. Until the end of the semester, that pattern is likely to continue.
I'm sitting in the Northeast Spruill library in Alpharetta. The open showing for our home is right now, and I am supposed to be outlining for my paper due tomorrow.
Thanksgiving has been odd. My mother's house is in a state of immaculate care. Every morning we have to clean up all signs of activity, bringing the house to a showroom state by noon.
I've neglected to get any real work done the past few days. I watch too many hours of Logo and peruse the internet as if anything interesting really happens on myspace.
I'm more excited for the last day of finals than for Christmas.
I'm sitting in the Northeast Spruill library in Alpharetta. The open showing for our home is right now, and I am supposed to be outlining for my paper due tomorrow.
Thanksgiving has been odd. My mother's house is in a state of immaculate care. Every morning we have to clean up all signs of activity, bringing the house to a showroom state by noon.
I've neglected to get any real work done the past few days. I watch too many hours of Logo and peruse the internet as if anything interesting really happens on myspace.
I'm more excited for the last day of finals than for Christmas.