loads of homework. does not want.
so ready to go home. Savannah has ceased to be an acceptable lair.
doesn't feel real... how odd.
sick and tired. quite literally. not fun.
happy that her dad got a job, but not so happy that it's in North Carolina.
how she's meant to be herself without knowing who that is.
dearest do not mourn me now, weep not for the wretch you see; for bed I have the tree's sweet bough, and gentle ravens' company;
too many classes, not enough sleep... need winter break. NOW.
"Suppose there are six coloured balls in an urn and you pull two of them out." ...why am I pulling balls from an urn? Crazy math professor.
so, brilliant cold, good book, one more class today, and 18 days 'til I go home... can we deal with this? yes, yes I think we can.