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It is distressingly normal for me to go entire days without human interaction in any form. It is also distressingly normal for me to spend totally unjustifiable portions of my day fucking around on the internet. (I can't leave the computer, because I'm TRYING to write an essay, but the ratio of work time to facebook/blogs/webcomics/random googling time is ... not good.)
But I wrote a poem that I like. And I finished reading The Age of Innocence, and my heart is a little bit broken. And it finally feels like winter, by which I mean, it is dry and a little bit chilly, like Denver in early October. And I'll be home in a week.
But I wrote a poem that I like. And I finished reading The Age of Innocence, and my heart is a little bit broken. And it finally feels like winter, by which I mean, it is dry and a little bit chilly, like Denver in early October. And I'll be home in a week.