Two back to back all nighters, I've done worse as say those in the house I lived in at the end of last semester. Though maybe "lived" is the wrong word, I would hardly call that shell I was alive.
So what's the story? Classes are over, I'm underwhelmed despite the life defining work I have this next week. It's really down to the last week, I'm impressive like that. I should write movies, the climax would last 2 hours alone. Oh the suspense! And he's still not motivated, I can hardly take it. Then again, I can't imagine too much action. I don't like resolvable conflict.
Expect an influx of poetry as I begin work on my portfolio this next week. I need 9 pristine poems, just perfect enough to make the moon weep from the sheer beauty. I don't think that will be too hard though, will it?
We're almost through now.
-Dann
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