I have no sympathy for my own whining. So I don't expect anyone else to either.
That said, the snowball fight happening outside my window sounds a whole lot more fun than the paper I'm fighting to convince myself to work on.
because this close i can't see the big picture...because it's the little things that make my day...because it's the moments that become stories...because some things are too easily forgotten
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