A day of boredom brings new realisations.
The space behind the TSD room is really dusty.
Wet blanko gets everywhere.
When you see that your family members start wearing queer clothes, the fashion has not changed, it means you haven't ironed the clothes.
When you are typing random musings at this hour on a Wednesday night, you know you probably are not going to study for the physics lecture test tomorrow.
When you start thinking "hey, this sounds interesting together, lets try to work it into my essay" you know you are going to fail that GP essay.
When you agree to your mum saying "hey ruth lemme buy you a pink skirt for newyear" you know something has gone wrong.
Why are there dents in my bottle?
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Oh shoot math tutorial.
Thus ends my random musings.
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