My eyes have been heavy for a couple of weeks now. I am tired.
The pictures on my wall keep falling down. The fluctuation of heat from the heater and cool air from the open window causes them to curl and for the scotch tape that holds them in place to lose its stickiness. Poor scotch tape: identity crisis isn’t fun. So far five of my photos have fallen. I haven’t decided whether I should launch another campaign against the refusing wall and re-attach them.
Rejection isn’t much fun either.
I have an awful lot of homework to do. It is, as usual, hard to get started when there are much larger things on my mind. Like, for example, the rest of my life. Or maybe just the fall. Or maybe just today (Yes, I know those last two sentences aren’t grammatically correct. Microsoft Word is so pretentious with its squiggly, green underline).
I want to go home.
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