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Typical; I stay up all night with the goal of studying. So what gets done? One poem heavily edited, two new ones surprisingly well drafted, not a thing read or reviewed. Hitting up the bluffs before Perkins was the perfect thing for the soul.
Especially since I saw a fox or coyote (I really need to find out which it is) again; that's the 4th or 5th time since I moved here, which seems strange (even granting how much time I spend around the river at night). Such a beautiful animal...we just stared into each others eyes for awhile, brothers in our fearlessness, in our prowlings...

I suspect I use elipses too often...

Edit: Man, I drank way too much coffee. Although I love how you sit there for 3 hours, drink an entire goddamn pot, and it appears on the tab "1 cup coffee."

There are certain advantages to school; like these free bananas that just appeared in the commuter center. Yummy.