It reminded me of that day when you had to borrow something to keep warm, and ended up walking around town with it on, 3/4-length-sleeves and all. 

So I've got this awful group presentation on Monday (yeah, the Monday after Thanksgiving break),
& what really pisses me off, is that two weeks ago I emailed my group members asking if they'd be wanting to meet, since I'd be home all Thanksgiving.
The response, of course, was like "Oh, I don't think it's really necessary, we should be okay...",
which was 100% fine with me, until I got an email tonight asking if it'd be alright to meet up this Sunday.

No, it's not alright to meet this Sunday, because I'm not in Gainesville, like I told you.

But whatever, I can ignore such trifling matters

If it won't be on my mind a year from now, it's not worth stressing over!


(isn't it always so clear in Miami? Good work, sea breeze!), and for some reason I started to think that the universe is a scary, scary place. 





