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Saturday, January 21, 2006

Spaces in Between

It's been a hell of a week.

I've been running to and from classes, going to the lab to keep my baby going (i'd like to think of my project as my baby, although it hasn't be given THAT much attention thus far, i'm hoping to get the results i want soon), trying to catch up with tutorials and getting rid of fungi (yes, FUNGI. with the stupid rain that never stops, they have taken a liking to breed and multiply in my room. yikes. i opened a box of new shoes and found that it was the home for an civilization of happy mildew). I haven't had much sleep at all and am pretty irritable most of the time.

Oh blame it on the hormones and the lack of sleep.

I wonder what happened to the time in between. Surely there was an hour here or a minute there, but why does it seem like I haven't stopped for the past 120 hours?

I'm glad the weekend's here.

I just want to sleep, have the time to sit around, drink some tea and recall what happened to the spaces in between.

[Time of Confession] 9:40 AM
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