You know how I said I'm finally over my main problems with the professor, whom I call McGonagall? (I finally had the subject of my thesis and all.) Well, that turned out to be overly optimistic of me.
I should be writing or at least reading, but I was on the edge of a seriously down mood and I just fell right into it a moment ago.
Trying to decide why I care so much about people who don't care at all, but no one included in this description is avaiable to ask. Which says a lot, I think.
Everyone is drunk or busy, or both
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