Bercent mon coeur d'une langueur monotone
These days, these weeks are just flying by. I've been in my apartment for 8 months and the place doesn't even feel like home yet, it seems as if I just moved in. The week begins, then it's over; by the weeks end in what seems like only a blink of the eye. I am pressed to think it's just a matter of routine, not often something new or exciting occurs so everything just becomes a grey blurry streak in my memory.