The squibbers have decided (officially, I think) that my desk and its surrounding area is entirely their territory. My desk lamp is not there to help me read, thank you very much, but rather it is a sunlamp. The little one actually yowls when I move it while she's lying underneath it. Also, they've taken over my windowsill and destroyed my blinds. Which were ugly anyway. Fat squibs fat squibs. I have schoolwork to do. Bugger. But, it's not that bad. I think that this time, I genuinely will go to a coffee shop, if only for an hour. School is vaguely freaking me out, every time I think about it, I get a funny tight feeling right below my rib cage. I guess that the best way to combat this would be to do the damn work, and I'm going to, but the feeling is unpleasant. I need need NEED to check out francais crit. I hate not knowing things. Also, after more study and practice, I hope that when I graduate I'll have the option to teach in French cegeps as well as English ones. A squib, a squab. 
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Il ne faut jamais faire exploser quelqu'un qu'on aime
PsychoPsycho
1. Breathe In
2. Breathe Out
3. Breathe In
4. Steal a motorcycle, make tracks for Mexico (stop in Arkansas to point and laugh), ride into Tiajuana, Develop a coke habit, wake up three weeks later in a motel room that smells like turpentine and smoke next to a hairy Gigalo name Tino, get arrested for mail fraud, kill another prisoner with a shank made from a sharpened toothbrush over a pack of stale smokes, tunnel under the wall, escape to freedom and learn to surf.
5. Breathe out
... well, it worked for me. But Tino still calls at all hours of the night. Oh well.