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I want to be warm. I want long hair. I want to be done with this paper. Want want want.

It always strikes me how every Monday feels the same. Same goes for Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, etc. We're living the same week over and over again, with slight variances. This Monday feels like every other Monday I've woken up to in my life. I realize now that when I was young, something made me feel this way because my general feelings towards each day haven't changed drastically since. This is maybe the only remnant of my childhood left to me, besides my dog P.J, who is almost 16 and has forgotten how to do many of the things dogs should know how to do.

Me and Avi are driving up to Wisconsin this weekend to see Andrew Bird Friday night. I can't wait. We've been together for almost 5 months and still I will watch him do everyday things like sign receipts or pull on his jacket and I go crazy at his beauty. I just go crazy. It's silly to say 'almost 5 months' like a schoolgirl, but this boyfriend thing is still shiny and new to me, and he's mixed my chemicals in all the right ways, because I'd do anything for him.

Here it is, 7:15AM and I'm reading stranger's blogs, waiting for breakfast to open, giving up on my halfway-done paper. Oh, look. Clouds.