War and Peace is very large.

Stephen called me while I was at Sharples for dinner yesterday. "I hate it here," I said. "I want to go home."

(I don't really. It's just -- )

I can read ANYTHING after Eimi.

ANYTHING.

things I don't like:
how short the days are
the bump on my head
how empty my house is right now

things I like:
Burt's Bees (hell yeah)

And now I'm home. I piled all the blankets I could find onto my bed, curled up underneath them, and turned on my computer. It is freezing in this house; there is snow outside.

Well.

I need to start coming to terms with things I don't like to admit to myself. I pride myself on being rational way more than I deserve.

Chris Shea: "You've been so happy lately!"

The French have a word for "the space between the bed and the wall."

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Sharples food has made real food so much more delicious.

I skipped lunch today to work on my paper, and got a scone from Kohlberg so I wouldn't die; and this is the best fucking scone I have ever had. Even though it isn't.