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I went home this weekend. It was exceedingly uneventful.

Now I am back at K attempting to catch up -- why am I always, ALWAYS behind? -- and also I just fell down an entire flight of granite stairs and am too busy working to really see how okay I am. Nothing broken but I can tell from sitting here that one ankle is Not Happy.

Class in 9 hours. To do tonight: 3-page paper analysing a movie from a Kierkegaardian perspective, 1-page essay-thing for Astronomy that I'm really confused by.

ow. knee. oh, fun, stabby pains in ankle.

tonight is irritating.

(every post I make now is dominated by school. but what else is there to say anymore? last night I sat in my living room for 8 hours watching TV and being bored. this morning I did not get up because I had a cat. tomorrow after classclassclassworkworkwork I will send someone pictures they called me wanting, and then I will likely do homework and then do nothing. I keep this out of habit even as my life grows exceedingly uninteresting -- not like my emo 16-year-old ramblings were interesting, I suppose, but at least they were less... external. superficial. I've replaced thinking with existing because it makes it easier to get by.)


i was alone falling free
trying my best not to forget
what happened to us what happened to me
what happened as i let it slip