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So it's currently week 4 of Winter Quarter, although it feels like it could be week 72 or worse. Things that happened three days ago feel like they happened last year and the days seem to go on forever b/c I haven't been to sleep before 3am in about a week or so
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Take a deep breath. Close your eyes and cover your ears. Relax, listen to the sounds of the ocean (or the blood circulating in your ears). Breathe out. In. Out. In. Out. Stop thinking about sex. Okay.
Now, chances are, you just breathed in enough pollutants to kill an average whale, in our wonderful city in our wonderful state in our wonderful country. Try not to think about that. The fumes will take over soon enough, and you'll enter a state of tainted bliss. Let it happen. Let the grunge wash over you like the lukewarm "water" in the Hamilton Hall shower stalls. But in this case, don't pee.
Feel better? Good. Now, try not to think about the fact that this week, everything you've done you've failed at, and everything you've touched has turned to shit. I'm sure it's just a bad string of days. And if not, there's always options. Like continuing to breathe the Ohio air. Eventually, it will run it's course. Kidding. Totally. Joking on the square.
~lisa
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