it's been ages since i last posted but that is how one ought to live i suppose; in the glorious heady moment of the present and not the imagined visions one hopes will eventually come true. this holidays have been lovely so far, i have read more books in a week than i have in the entire semester but the speed at which i read at now gives me a headache because i am not used to such long stretches of reading anymore. with the impending departure i suddenly gain the determination to do so many things that i have only previously thought of doing.
man is such a cheap creature, we move like reluctant mules only when the whip has fallen onto our indolent backs. one of our many failings that make us such charming creatures to study.
one for the road, for the nostalgic sundays that i've missed out because the laptop is being repaired. this need to account for the slightest events in my life to a largely phantom audience is cause for my concern but.
our day will come.
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