The carnage of last night's supper lies splayed on our countertop, a minimalist Christmas tree like a sentinel in the corner. We are young, and manifestations of our brilliant ideas and obsessions litter this space, awaiting completion.
Ah, three whole days of sleeping in, drinking coffee by the fire and watching the first season of Six Feet Under. I'm so very thankful for this break, even though I'm going broke and I'll soon have to face another whirlwind of a quarter. At this point I'm trying not to think about it.
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