hello; i'm a cliche.

it's two in the morning and i'm reading bukowski.

my roommate is sleeping and i'm not going to bed partly out of insomnia, and partly out of not wanting to find pajamas in the dark.

i miss having my own tiny room sometimes, but only once in a while.
having other people is really, really nice.

actually, now that i think about it, i am tired. i bid you adieu. until tomorrow.

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