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Call me Cratchit.

It is fucking freezing in this apartment. Winter is here. My fingers are numb. I think I need a nosewarmer. But my fingers are too cold to knit one.

Seriously, isn't there supposed to be some sort of mechanism that shuts out the cold from air conditioner vents? I think the outside air is just streaming in.

I did three anthro responses, one to go. Then I can focus on the ethnographies.

Now to start on the Latin.

I wish it was time to think about Christmas. What a sucky Christmas this is going to be. I can't afford to buy anyone presents, or even send out cards. I can't remember the last time I didn't send out cards. I always have so much fun with it. And with all this schoolwork there's no time to even knit little things for gifties. I got only a few done. Dammit. This is going to suck.

No to Christmas; yes to Latin. I have to translate this massive thing that I am in no way equipped to translate, and it's due Thursday.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:53 AM | shower me with attention