I'll never make one on my blog again because I don't get the satisfaction of crossing anything out. Anyway, can't there be one place where I can pretend that I don't have a list that is a mile long; a list, by the way, that grows longer everyday. complain complain complain. I am wondering how in the hell I am going to accomplish everything this semester. How?
Stop blogging and get to work. ya-da, ya-da, ya-da.
I think I'll put on my woolies today and go go out in the woods and lay in the snow with a thermos of coffee and my Virginia Woolf book. Kew Gardens inspired me to do so.
1 comment:
Oh. That sounds strangely fun. At least there aren't any to-do lists or messy messy rooms to clean out in the snow. Right? =)
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