but who cares anyways, right? and this IS more fun than studying darwin and company for my history final. which i really don't want to write. see, the thing is (SEE!! there it is again!) that i was really enjoying the past few days. peaceful-relaxing-surreal-dream days floating in bed and around trout lake and into soothing cafes on the drive with C. i need a fucking vacation, friends, sex, sangria, and sleeping til noon, not several weeks of exams. i need some space. and privacy. and to be loved. and sanity. november's over, why am i still suffering from it??