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wasting my time. wasting my time! no, no, I have a job to do here.
2008-03-02 - 1:22 p.m.

Holy holy shit, there has been some equilibrium reached in my room. Something between the cold air from my window open a crack, and the heater in my room, and the shorts and t-shirt I'm wearing. It feels just like summer in here, so much like it. I'm overheating and I'm in love with it.

It feels so much like May at home, writing papers and then going outside to lay in the grass and I miss it so much. That is what reminds me of home and brings me back. Not eating food, not stupid nonsensical streets. It's the boiling feeling underneath every inch of my skin and the mere thought of lying on green grass. Get me out of here.

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