I bloody hate ice. Thankfully this is Indiana where the weather is consistent in as much as it's never consistent. Sadly today is an inverse of days prior where I honestly can think of very little to write about. Maybe due to my tired state, maybe due to my concern with the impending finals, regardless the words aren't coming. I want to say there's always tomorrow, but that seems to be the modus operandi of the writing enthusiast.
Testify.
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