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So, an update.
This is my room, sometime around 5:45 in the morning.
Nothing really to update. I'm still alive, I found a new fandom (Doctor Who) and am back in school and still not doing much work. Work is still a bitch, and for the most part I loathe every second I spend there. But who knows. I've had an odd feeling recently, that's kind of drug me out of the mire somewhat. Or at least it's set me on edge. It's the mental analog of the taste of blood and the smell of rain on asphalt. Two unrelated items, yes, but two that generally forewarn you of something.
Bah, anyway, time for work.
This is my room, sometime around 5:45 in the morning.
Nothing really to update. I'm still alive, I found a new fandom (Doctor Who) and am back in school and still not doing much work. Work is still a bitch, and for the most part I loathe every second I spend there. But who knows. I've had an odd feeling recently, that's kind of drug me out of the mire somewhat. Or at least it's set me on edge. It's the mental analog of the taste of blood and the smell of rain on asphalt. Two unrelated items, yes, but two that generally forewarn you of something.
Bah, anyway, time for work.