Sitting in the basement in stifling silence. Midterm tomorrow, which I'm not prepared for (yet have every reason to be). Resorting to pictures and children's stories to study—I was foolish to think Sunday School prepared me for this one. Although everything is redundant and familiar, their condescending tones and smart-aleck answers keep ringing in my head, haunting me, and preventing me from actually studying the material. Dang.
The scars on my hand are healing. My back hurts, and I think I know why. Ridiculous. I went to Massage Envy today, and had a short Asian man give me a deep tissue massage; it was phenomenal! I recommend everyone go to a massage studio at one point in their life. Mhmm. I should put more lotion on my hands, and guitar is not a beautiful passion in the least...my fingertips are so, so callused.
Waiting for my camera to come back.
Blank brain.
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