I'm procrastinating with David Coyne outside the Hillel office. And not doing the paper. I will do the paper shortly. When I leave and go to the library and get a book on werewolf symbolism and paganism blah blah blah.
I got almost three whole pages written last night. So yay. Maybe it won't be so bad after all. It's supposed to snow tomorrow! Snow! I'm not really looking forward to such a long winter but I guess that's what I get for going to the cold. I love the cold, but I don't like the lack of color. Bland to the eyes. I've heard people say that the white bores into you so much and depresses the whole world that people cut their wrists just to see the bright red when they bleed.
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