This is me not writing my big fat essay that's due tomorrow in Bro. Samuelson's class. No big deal. It's 7:30, which means I have about eight hours before my brain hits the switch and says, "no more, buddy." Nine if I steal a can of Mountain Dew from my roommate.
I'm trying to think of what's been on my mind lately, but I'm not coming up with much. This paper I'm not working on, being a TA, and girl stuff. That's all. That's depressing. These are worries, and they're not even very cool ones. I want exciting and happy things hanging around in my head.
Sister Morgan, I think that snow falling past a light at night looks like a crowd of people all moving in the same direction, like people crossing the street in New York City or Chicago or someplace like that.
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