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pasty grey sky mornings that just tempt you back under the covers. it's the fifth uni week, and i'm still quite unable to get into the rhythm of things. ironic, seeing as this is my final sem (pop the champagne! second graduate among the cousins!). i should be a pro at this by now. bah. faulkner and wharton are getting to me. so are poe and stein. perhaps it's a good thing this is my last lap. i doubt i'd be able to handle another onslaught of readbecauseyouhavetoanalyseandwrite lit books. it's disconcerting having the window cleaner hang about(literally). i get these paranoid visions of some hard hat dude peering in and waving his squeegee at me, demanding i clean my OWN windows.
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haha you can do it stefie - i have faith in you!
oh tell me about the window cleaner man! how very annoying. i thought it's called MY room with privacy for a reason. little do i know that people are still intruding even after we shut the door?!
we have super clean windows now so i suppose we can't complain. heh...
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