Wednesday, November 19, 2008

I wish it were summer

But that's not how life works.

This is not my week.

The webcomics, tea, and chocolate are not helping. I really need some alone alone alone time. Like through the desert on a horse with no name.

And I want to talk to a very specific person, and the fact that they aren't available makes me want to cry.

Now then Becca, get a grip, go to bed, the sun'll come out tomorrow

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