and hawing. there is so much reading to be done, and what with being stuck in waterloo in a dorm room with cement walls painted lime-green, well, it leaves much to be desired.
i hereby release myself of any accountability when i go mad.
and what is the logic of freezing weather, an hour north of toronto, where it is sweltering?
waterloo is in the frigid range of degrees.
shiver.
i am too tired to be interesting. i think i will crash, in order to escape the walls, the coldness, the fact that i am not in toronto or with my family. it has never felt
so wrong, being away from the people i love, before.
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