with another cold.
I have 9am classes and I should get some sleep.
Sentences aren't coherent but I must release them from fogging my brain.
Tomorrow will probably be dull. So would the next two weeks of my life.
Ennui ennui ennui ennui ennui ennui ennui ennui ennui ennui
A cold dry presence hovers. It's the dead past and its ghosts.
Maybe I could write something fluid. Maybe I should write those plots in my head. I hate the missing notebook. And I definitely hate how I will never be able to find it again.
For the 2nd night in a row. I must fight my way to sleep. Come here Shaun. Bring in your friends.
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