brrr

brr it's cold in the student center and i'm wearing flip flops. my poor feet. my poor fingers. i wish this paper were written. why is it so hard to put thoughts into coherent, communicable form? lately i've been wanting to curl up with a good book, but then i don't let myself because i always have to work or sleep, but then i end up not doing either one, or at least not working. i wish for a hot, wonderfully scented bubble bath right now.