It was with great sadness
That I just put into my planner on a completely empty weekend (this one) “write paper.” I officially think school is not for me. I would much rather be doing any number of other things. Or study Spanish even. But writing a paper for psych is not at all what I think of as fun. Not that I think it will be hard, or that the subject matter isn’t interesting. It certainly pertains to my life. But blah! I wanna sew, sleep, plant seeds, sleep, read something just for the fun of it, and squeeze the Seńor. I’d even rather vacuum.
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