I'm not sure I have it in me to make it until Friday. I hate winter. That is to say, I love snow and cocoa and stew and fuzzy socks, but days upon days of shivering in damp, sunless limbo wears me down, despite my lovely medication. I can't focus. I can't think. And I begin to truly believe that everyone loathes me. No matter what they tell
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