And yet another week begins.
Every time I think I'm back on my feet, I fall again. When I think I have it all under control, I remember one other thing I still have to do. Is peace so impossible to attain?
I finished my book. I read Drew Lerman's Magic City in September and October. I wish I could have finished it faster but there's just no time. It was a really good novel, and it was probably the first one I finished in years. How sad. There are so many books in my reading lineup. I bought the newest Princess Diaries the other day; it felt wrong not to. I read the first nine books, why not read the tenth? I wonder if I'm too old for it. I wonder if I'll still like it. It's not exactly literature to think about. Then again, it feels like a sin if I don't read it.
It's late and probably time for me to go to bed. I got home from the party at the time that I usually wake up to go to school. It's a little depressing, actually, to get home when it's light outside and you can hear birds chirping. It makes me feel all out of sync.
I'm going to sleep to see if I can dream about something nice. I sure as hell need it.
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