I glide over piles of clothes and sit upon a throne of towels, books, and underthings.
Glasses upon glasses of water line my desk. Potions, lotions, bottles of transparent liquids--
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My internet was abruptly disconnected whilst in the middle of that post. However, I have changed my perspective. I am repentant. No, no I'm not. I am enraged. I can't tell you what happened today, I can't even bring myself to say it. I will clean my room. I promise. If only I weren't so tired. (Shut up, you insomniac, you know you aren't going to sleep) I know, I'm just going to sit here. The thing is I'm more motivated than ever. But motivated out of fear, and the fear is immobilizing. All I can say is, thank you, National Honor Society. Thank you, Strong Bad. And thank you, Courage.
I love the fact that you have no idea what I'm rambling on about.
Oooh, Led Zeppelin. Yum.
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