It's almost midnight. I had an extremely long study group tonight, which I spent a thoroughly enjoyable batch of hours bossing everyone around in. Now I'm sitting on my bed in giving up on life pants, drinking rum and pepsi, eating a small bag of popcorn, and listening to Badfinger.
It's one of those evenings, I guess.
I think it's the weather change. Winter showed up with some serious intent last night, and it's been snowing like some kind of simile. I love being home for this weather; there's something wonderful about it. It's so quiet and still, and sitting inside and watching it from my bed (which is right next to the window) feels like watching the world grind to a halt, and I'm the only person that knows.
I had every intention of studying for my exam tomorrow, but I think that's a waste of the weather. I think I'm going to fix myself another drink, bundle up in my blanket, and read a book. A book that is decidedly NOT a textbook. It feels like a Gaiman kind of night.
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