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Brett Reichman ruined my life, but may have accidentally liberated me in the process. I feel like a hurricane; some sort of force of nature. It's been work, work, work all week long, and tomorrow I have to get my life in order. I've been too busy biting my lips and blushing; stuttering softly and looking away because I am a mess and everyone lately is so damn beautiful that I can't look them in the eyes. But tomorrow! Tomorrow I get back on track.
What I have to do tomorrow to feel like a human being again:
- vacuum my room
- Loads and loads of laundry
- print the second layer of Visceretcetera & rinse/re-coat my screen to expose the final layer
- research things for my alternative history project for Airwaves
- look up physics experiments to write about for Science
- convergence project material gathering for Art History
- pay bills
- buy groceries
I hope I don't get too sidetracked.