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[tristfully]

'And the days are not full enough'

And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass.

Ezra Pound

Anyway. Who's excited about the ski trip?

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[damnnearkilledem]

I just call 'em like I see 'em. And I honestly can't tell. I manage to do that so well on my own, anyway. Regretting any slip ups, yourself?

[infamously]

I regret speaking to everyone in this awful school, which is scarcely different from every other day, so I suppose I can't complain. They'll all forget about it in a week, anyway, after whatever brand new disaster comes for us.