- Apr 14, 2010
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This feels like it should be a night full of fuzzy socks, hot chocolate, books, and blankets.
Instead, I'm trying to tuck my freezing feet against my legs without putting them to sleep, at a cold table in the corner of the living room; the hot chocolate box is empty, my book is creeping me out, and I'm trying to urge myself into doing homework... Not to mention my sore muscles and bad time at the cross country meet.
Instead, I'm trying to tuck my freezing feet against my legs without putting them to sleep, at a cold table in the corner of the living room; the hot chocolate box is empty, my book is creeping me out, and I'm trying to urge myself into doing homework... Not to mention my sore muscles and bad time at the cross country meet.
