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School things have been sorted, for lack of a better word. (Or not, quite. Fuck it all. I don't care anymore.)

I will barely have time to breathe, much less read/write for leisure, this semester.

I would be depressed about this. But I think I've shot way past depressed to...I don't know.

I spent most of today sleeping. It was wake up, eat, read some Inkheart, check e-mail, sleep.

That's all I want to do anymore is sleep. Because everything else? I just can't bring myself to care.