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Now I shall relate to you a few of my adventures as of late. For you see o' my beloved readers that I have not actually been slain by dragons, as has been reported in so many circles. I have simply been engaged in that most barbarous of activities, the mass production of essays and papers. To this end I have kept myself from sleep for two nights now and must confess that the hallucinations are beginning to manifest themselves. Why earlier this very evening I imagined that my roommate, who need not be named, came walking by in his idiotic bicycling outfit. Now I have told him on many occasions that this outfit is ridiculous to wear when indoors and only makes him look even more annoying than that horrid bicycle of his sounds. O' wait, that wasn't a hallucination! It actually happened! ahhh. But, I digress from my primary point which I seem to have forgotten somewhere along the way.
I suppose the time has come for me to ponder my feelings about the end of the semester and our rapidly approaching holiday. While I always enjoy Christmas as a time with the family and away from school, I find myself fairly reluctant to move back home. Many of you I'm sure would argue that I don't really live here to begin with, but in truth I spend more time here than I do at home. Oh well, I attribute most of my mental wanderings and this strange feeling of paranoia which I have developed to my exhaustion.
I suppose the time has come for me to ponder my feelings about the end of the semester and our rapidly approaching holiday. While I always enjoy Christmas as a time with the family and away from school, I find myself fairly reluctant to move back home. Many of you I'm sure would argue that I don't really live here to begin with, but in truth I spend more time here than I do at home. Oh well, I attribute most of my mental wanderings and this strange feeling of paranoia which I have developed to my exhaustion.