![]() | Tenderheart Bear |
(*Tenderheart* Bear?! Meh.)
***
42 'C. Steamy, sweltering, summer SUNday morning, just past the stroke of midnight. Its absolutely *burning*, and at the same time Elle's freezing her butt off over in CA. Its what, -10 'C over there now? Talk about extremes. Global warming, forest fires and now haywire climate... Yes I think to myself, what a wonderful world (Armstrong, L. 1967).
Leafing through E&D notes now, and I'm not even done with HOI yet. Sigh. I can so forsee what tomorrow, Tuesday and Thursday night will be like. All this preparation to return early from "flogging land" (that's enough, Elle! :p) in time for Orientation, and it occurs just to me that I'm taking for granted there'll be an actual need to return. At the rate things are going... *shrug* Who knows, really. Scary, how my entire future lies in 7 days of pure laborious study.
On a related note, is an extra 3% worth all that slave labor?
I'm compelled to disagree.
***
She raised her head, her eyes staring blankly about her.
Again she whispered, "That's not the point,"
the words now a plea to a man who was no longer there.


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