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I don't know what's wrong with me. Susi always had envidia that I could fall asleep so easily, then this semester comes and I am insomniac central. At least I don't have a test in a couple hours, like last time, just my seminar at 1. I wonder if I'm putting too much pressure on myself to go to classes, do (kind of) well, and work 10+ hours a week. Oh poor Jamie, indeed. Spring break isn't too far off, at least.
The other night (instead of sleeping) I was flipping through my massive history of art book, looking to see what I would be learning about that I learned about last year. In the chapter about the Reformation (which I said to myself, Nope, nothing about Spain there), at the end there's the Conde Duque de Orgaz painting by El Greco and a photo of El Escorial. I gasped, I shed a tear in remembrance of Thomas and pressed my cheek against the picture. As if I could walk through those fields and gardens and look at the panteon de los reyes again and subir in the rickety ascensor to the piso de Thomas. Ay, que no, que no.
My computer is making the stupidest noises. I can't wait to be rid of it.
os echo de menos.
The other night (instead of sleeping) I was flipping through my massive history of art book, looking to see what I would be learning about that I learned about last year. In the chapter about the Reformation (which I said to myself, Nope, nothing about Spain there), at the end there's the Conde Duque de Orgaz painting by El Greco and a photo of El Escorial. I gasped, I shed a tear in remembrance of Thomas and pressed my cheek against the picture. As if I could walk through those fields and gardens and look at the panteon de los reyes again and subir in the rickety ascensor to the piso de Thomas. Ay, que no, que no.
My computer is making the stupidest noises. I can't wait to be rid of it.
os echo de menos.