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It's the end of week 2, I feel like its been twelve.
I want nothing except for sleep, a good book, and
another Sunday night of ice cream and good conversation with the bear.
For some reason the procrastination is overwhelming, even as I realise the importance of this term. There's the all too familiar haze of inertia, the allure of the bed/tv/rubbishwebsite, the list goes on.
The motivation had better kick in soon.
Babe I hope you feel better, whatever it is;
Life throws the hardest of curves only to those who have the strength to get through it, and I know you do.
You always have, and I'll be right here.
I want nothing except for sleep, a good book, and
another Sunday night of ice cream and good conversation with the bear.
For some reason the procrastination is overwhelming, even as I realise the importance of this term. There's the all too familiar haze of inertia, the allure of the bed/tv/rubbishwebsite, the list goes on.
The motivation had better kick in soon.
Babe I hope you feel better, whatever it is;
Life throws the hardest of curves only to those who have the strength to get through it, and I know you do.
You always have, and I'll be right here.