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I'm not really sure what this feeling is. My stomach isn't handling the pizza very kindly. But that isn't the feeling I speak of. We can't measure thoughts.
I'm getting lonely.
I suppose I can make some company, but the people who I really want to see aren't here. So it's not worth it.
I wanted to go to trivia night today and drunkenly display my stupidity. Instead, I have to figure out how to write those damn philosophy papers, with their needlessly complicated rhetoric because I'll probably pass out in 4 hours from sleep deprivation.
Oh yeah, half of my room right now is pure bed. I have two single beds lined side to side and created the ultimate super bed that is also acting as my desk chair for the moment until I rearrange the furniture. I write, then lay down, then sit up and write.
I'm getting lonely.
I suppose I can make some company, but the people who I really want to see aren't here. So it's not worth it.
I wanted to go to trivia night today and drunkenly display my stupidity. Instead, I have to figure out how to write those damn philosophy papers, with their needlessly complicated rhetoric because I'll probably pass out in 4 hours from sleep deprivation.
Oh yeah, half of my room right now is pure bed. I have two single beds lined side to side and created the ultimate super bed that is also acting as my desk chair for the moment until I rearrange the furniture. I write, then lay down, then sit up and write.