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Went to bed at 10 PM; was immediately struck by the incredible, unique loneliness of an empty dorm; discovered that cuddling plushy Chthulhu didn't help; fell asleep. Woke up at 3:30 AM; tossed and turned and cursed my sinuses for an hour or so; fell asleep. Woke up at 10 AM; said screw that; fell asleep. Woke up at noon; sighed; hit the snooze button for an hour; got up.

And here I am.

I seem have to been clenching my teeth in my sleep, 'cause, ow. Chewing shouldn't crackle unless you're eating chips.

Things to do today:
-Figure out my mailbox combination.
-Shower. Oh lukewarm dorm showers. I didn't miss you. I really didn't.
-Buy Kleenex. And milk. And maybe OJ. Oh, and detergent and shampoo.
-Unpack and find homes for a lot of little bags of coffee.

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So like I said, I got about halfway through re-reading Fire & Hemlock yesterday. I've also reread Pamela Dean's Tam Lin twice this school year (it's good comfort reading for a college student).

And something clicked for me, this time, when Polly receives her first package of books from Mr. Lynn: just how much literature plays into both retellings of Tam Lin.

( On stories. Spoiler-heavy for both books. )

. . . So you think I could maybe get a paper out of that? *facepalm* I have no conclusion and a weak thesis, but, uh. This is three pages long, and I haven't begun to analyze all the books and poems Dean mentions, and I know I could unpack the Dumas Quartet thing more, and . . .

One day back on a campus and what do I do but collect evidence and analyze it. *eyeroll*

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Roommate: Why is it so warm here?
Me: SERIOUSLY.
...
Roommate: I got here and I was like "Oh, the sun's shining, that's nice, it's probably butt-cold," but no, it's a balmy 40 degrees.


I AM VINDICATED.