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Sunday, March 04, 2007

this past week has been a blur. somewhere in the haze of medications and missed classes and acetaminophen nightmares I memorized the seven deadly sins and lost my place in literature. friday I called in and watched the time and the rain and the comings and goings of the roommates from my place at the end of the couch. laura said I wasn't to go outside in the bad weather, and who am I to cross a nursing major?

a week later and I'm not much better, with only a bag of cough drops and a best-of-luck from health services. miles visited, bearing tidings of nyquil and a shiny nintendo ds, my very first video game anything. it came with tetris and sudoku and a kiss on my very tired forehead. we spent the night mastering the subtle complexities of kirby.


ash @ 4:08 PM