November 2009
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banging out my last paper before thanksgiving...
6:35am. Thurston Basement. Alone. Jittery. Incessantly Peeing. Running on Coffee. I love when my mind is this alert.
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where has time gone?
I feel like a shell of my former self. I wish I could go back to the days when I woke up early just to get dressed up, experimented with crazy make up just to see how it would look on me, stayed up late to piece together an outfit with the new skirt or cute shirt I just bought. Man, good days.