Blue sky again, after a rather--okay--very wet day yesterday. Biked over to the local library after midterm this morning and had an attack of non-fiction. Imagine that must be fun. More stuff to do when hiding in the lounge should my roommate decide to have friends over.
There is someone sleeping in the lounge when I came back at eleven. Sometimes that happens. You walk in and then realize that there's someone sleeping on one of the three couches (occasionally three people sleeping on the three couches). Usually it's someone from our floor, but that's not always necessary. Things happen occasionally but everyone's very nice about it.
The moans and groans of impending finals have finally begun. (Pun unintentional. Pun very bad. Please ignore pun.) Which in general means more closed doors, I suppose, and that floor three is quieter than usual. People might start considering the finals time prayers and no, Christine, I don't think anyone will be sacrificing gummy bears on sporks. Nor do I think anyone would want you to have their soul. People tend to be rather possessive their their souls (and their brain, sorry) around here.
I, on the other hand, will consider worshipping my pigma micron10 pen. It's the best thing since watercolor brushs that don't shed. Of course though, nothing quite beats the invention of erasors, which will always save the day, forever and ever. Amen.
Happy Friday, everyone.
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