Sleep is scarce. Appetite is foreign. Certain necessities have become mechanical. Work is my life-blood. Being dramatic is fun at 2 am.
It is snowing blizzally outside. I've just invented a new adverb. There are almost 200 feet of Christmas lights hanging between my window and South hall.
We sang "12 Days of CheckOut" for the freshmen. I wore someone's footy pajamas. Loved every moment. Sometimes I have to do things that aren't homework. Look at me. I'm not a robot. I'm much too cute to be a robot.
... okay. Back to work.
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