Tuesday, March 8, 2011

in exactly 3 hours and 34 minutes

As always, life is boring. Nothing interesting had happened in the past weeks that's life changing. I had coffee with a friend last saturday, this time at SB. Their Cafe Latte tasted like that of Starbucks, which makes sense. I am supposed to write how awesome I feel that my rest day will officially start in just a few hours. Suddenly, though, it doesn't feel as exciting as it felt a few minutes ago. Weird. But then again, I am an inconsistent theorist. It shouldn't be so surprising.

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