Its the first real rain of the season. Its weather like this that makes me want to stretch, then curl up with a book of poems and hot chocolate with something flute-y in the background.
But I can't. I still have five papers to go, and have to read on and on AND on about automata, and drink strong bitter coffee to keep me awake with mom asking me if I'm studying, if my paper was good, how good, etc., etc. Ah well, atleast her voice is melodic. :|
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