It's a little discouraging when a day only half-composed of procrastination, the other half with a serious amount of work, leads to nothing written or visible towards a paper. That's what I get, I suppose, for picking a topic I know nothing about. I have to look it all up to synthesize.
Bryan and Nick and I went to New York Pizzeria just to be somewhere warmer than here, because it is ridiculous. I devised myself a kimono out of two of Stephan's airplane blankets, on top of the velvet shirt and sweater I got from home. Stupid spring.
Bryan and Nick and I went to New York Pizzeria just to be somewhere warmer than here, because it is ridiculous. I devised myself a kimono out of two of Stephan's airplane blankets, on top of the velvet shirt and sweater I got from home. Stupid spring.
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Solved. I wasn't on the clock. I can't ever read my own writing, anyway.