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the saxamaphone downstairs is doing scales. over. and over. and over.

i woke up with a slight headache today. it was cold, and i wanted to remain cacooned in my nest of blankets, but the slight "off" feeling wouldn't let me return to sleep.

the sky keeps alternating from blue to dark, heavy, precipitous grey.

i completed most of my readings for class today.

my stomach still churns at the thought of living.