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Thanksgiving is decidedly not coming soon enough. I feel like I'm hanging over a cliff holding onto a piece of dental floss with my teeth to keep me from falling down to the rocks below. Strangely, it's not as bad as it seems, because I feel like my metaphorical jaw is made of steel and rawr I can do it. But there are still times I want to just yawn and fall.
And of course, these are the little morose bits that trail after me like wee ducklings, having somehow imprinted on me through happenstance. But some of them are the kind of sighs that while sad, are satisfying. I'm very at home feeling blue-gray. I like blue-gray. Other colors are scary.
Ah-ha! In other news, I got bumped up to a solid A on my Methods midterm because she docked me for an answer she later accepted. *cabbage patches*
I really feel like driving up into the mountains and writing soppy poetry.
ETA: Weeeee! The Sephora catalogue! Christmas begins--now!
And of course, these are the little morose bits that trail after me like wee ducklings, having somehow imprinted on me through happenstance. But some of them are the kind of sighs that while sad, are satisfying. I'm very at home feeling blue-gray. I like blue-gray. Other colors are scary.
Ah-ha! In other news, I got bumped up to a solid A on my Methods midterm because she docked me for an answer she later accepted. *cabbage patches*
I really feel like driving up into the mountains and writing soppy poetry.
ETA: Weeeee! The Sephora catalogue! Christmas begins--now!