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So stuffed full of pizza, chicken kickers, and cinna-sticks. Shouldn't have gotten any of it.
My insides feel like a washing machine. Turning and turning.
I thought this week would be hell, but somehow, I'm granted these perfectly timed extensions, so I can spread the work out a bit more before break. Free, familiar books in the library book bin. "Ubiquitous serendipity" abounds. Hm, I'm not too nostalgic for high school anymore, though. It intertwines with "Turning and turning in the widening gyre" and "swich fine!" Wait, was that in high school, too? If not Chaucer, Hopkins?
I'm trying to feel out my disenchantment and let it guide me. Nothing ever satisfies. All the same, days can still be so enchanting.
My insides feel like a washing machine. Turning and turning.
I thought this week would be hell, but somehow, I'm granted these perfectly timed extensions, so I can spread the work out a bit more before break. Free, familiar books in the library book bin. "Ubiquitous serendipity" abounds. Hm, I'm not too nostalgic for high school anymore, though. It intertwines with "Turning and turning in the widening gyre" and "swich fine!" Wait, was that in high school, too? If not Chaucer, Hopkins?
I'm trying to feel out my disenchantment and let it guide me. Nothing ever satisfies. All the same, days can still be so enchanting.