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My sleep schedule is irreparably messed up, I'm permanently behind on homework, my to-do list is a mile long and ends with "Jump out the window", and my room looks like a tornado went through it.
But who cares, as long as the crocuses bloom and the air smells like spring?
But who cares, as long as the crocuses bloom and the air smells like spring?
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I'm amazed that my sleep schedule is relatively sane, but I definitely agree with the rest. Especially the last one... I've heard rumors of this thing called a "floor" that should exist in my room, but I haven't seen it in awhile. I've totally dismissed the thing called a "desk" as a myth, because I haven't heard about it since last summer. Also, I've basically given up on keeping up with online correspondence :-/ (although I'm actually writing here... well, sporadic corresponce is better than none!)
Ack, we had crocuses earlier this year and I meant to take pictures and put them up because you said you liked them when you saw the photos I put up from last Spring, but I forgot and now they're gone in Richmond :-/.
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