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New England called. It wants it's weather back.
Jesus Christ, it's cold out. Yana wasn't kidding when she walked in last night and said 'It's Toronto outside.' I think I may spend the evening holed up in my room with video games and sewing. And the English Lit class is a much better fit - not quite as awesome as my English class last term, but comparisions between Christ and Odin in early Anglo-Saxon Christian poetry? Win! Also, we're reading Milton, which means it's time for another round of Virgil Saves My Sorry Ass. Hooray fanboys.
And oh god so hungry. And tired. I need to start kicking Yana out earlier than three am, much as I hate to say it. Five hours of sleep a night = not cutting it.
Jesus Christ, it's cold out. Yana wasn't kidding when she walked in last night and said 'It's Toronto outside.' I think I may spend the evening holed up in my room with video games and sewing. And the English Lit class is a much better fit - not quite as awesome as my English class last term, but comparisions between Christ and Odin in early Anglo-Saxon Christian poetry? Win! Also, we're reading Milton, which means it's time for another round of Virgil Saves My Sorry Ass. Hooray fanboys.
And oh god so hungry. And tired. I need to start kicking Yana out earlier than three am, much as I hate to say it. Five hours of sleep a night = not cutting it.
