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glass houses

how is waking better than sleeping when i get to hold you in the latter. i start and wake, and force myself to go back to sleep just to see you once again.

in other news, it's the second last week of term and i'm swarmed with three essays that are due next week. and then there's training and rehearsals. the first term's almost over and the speed at which it went by was shocking to say the least. everyone's still reeling in the dust of it. and now there's only the christmas break to look forward to and i'm off to morocco for two and a half weeks on my own. yeap, it's just gonna be me and my thoughts. i don't have a plan for morocco yet. i don't know where i'm going or what i'm seeing. that's the thrill of the game. the uncertainty and spontaneity, with no one to tell me what to do or where to go or how to think. so like i said, it'll just be me and my thoughts and my music, speaking of which, this week's current obsession is get cape.wear cape.fly. christmas in the sahara desert doesn't sound all that bad does it?

“glass houses”