tonight i will go to bed at nine o'clock and read year of the flood.
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it's not, really, since i have an exam to write in ten days, and a job to work at, but i am pretending it's winter break anyway. because it pretty much is.
flowershop. cat. mughal painting. sunny and cold.
who's really complaining.
for christmas, i wish for a bodum.
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