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oh i hate this!

sitting at my desk all afternoon, trying to concentrate on "a portrait of the artist as a young man" (which would be a good book, were the essay not due on tuesday), through my open window come enticing wafts of cool spring air and hot sunshine. and all i want to do is leap out the window and run and fly into that glorious vastness, into that huge, clean, beautiful world, to allow all my petty worries and responsibilities to evaporate.

but i can't. i have to stay bound to my desk, and read this impossible book, and pray i can finish by 9ish so that i can still write the essay tonight. and after all, i had fun on friday, and an amazing day on saturday... so i guess it's fair. but it still doesn't seem right that i should be locked inside on a day like today.