Cold, rainy weather.
Sipping apple cider.
Christmas cookie scented candle...the flame flickers as I walk past it.
It's keeping me warm, very primitave-like.
It's keeping out the cigar stench from the parlor.
Here I am, locked in my "cage", also known as, room.
One out of six pending papers is finished.
I checked my university e-mail only to find out I'm
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