And breathe.

Recently I have been on mid-semester break from uni and life is good. I blinked and looked around a good 12 hours after my last essay was handed in and surveyed the chaos that had preceded to take hold whilst I was imminently preoccipied with the quite obvious and world-ending task of completing that last essay, which, had it not been perfectly, would have obviously caused the downfall of all civilization as we know it…obviously. I have now begun to live somewhat normally again, with the beautiful routine of waking up each morning and beginning the day with incessent pillow talking with my best friend (see below the surreptitiously placed wedding photo!), carefully considering his patient but argumentative grunts into the pillow before launching into my next supposition on the value of tinted glass bottles as 3D glasses. The real appreciation of a modest tea drinking session in the morning, when the fog still hovers about the house, making me

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