One More Year

The random ramblings of a woman in her last year before real life...

Friday, February 04, 2005

8am

I woke up this morning wearing one sock. I'd like to think that it means something. I don't feel hungover as much as I feel tired, which was the point of taking things easy last night. I figure I will sleep on the train... which I'm sure will be packed. Which means I should really get my sorry ass in gear and in the shower... if I was already in Ottawa I wouldn't have to shower because my hair wouldn't smell like smoke! Bah.

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