tumbling through my mind nearly as quickly as the sands of narrative slipping through my fingers with every moment I have failed to write.
But neither are flowing as fast as the cliches tonight.
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So much to say, so much to do, so much to read -- and no time. Give me a room, I telll you. Just a basic room. I don't even need a bed, though a beanbag chair would be nice.
Then give me a stack of books, my laptop, and a good wifi connection.
*sigh*
But there it is --school-- that most unfortunately useful obstacle to learning.
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Classes start the 17th, and I have not yet taken time to rest or regroup. Frankly, I'm worried.