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In the life of a U of T student, you know that winter is really on its way when your usual short-cut across Front Campus turns into a squishy muddy transect of doom.
Winter is on its way.

Something strange is happening in my nocturnal life. There was a period of several weeks where I was having the most restless sleep. I had all sorts of very vivid and emotional dreams which often woke me up several times per night. I'm not waking up at night any more, but my sleep is certainly overfilled with dreams, which means my brain is dealing with all sorts of issues, but isn't telling me what they are.

Furthermore, I have become far far far too obsessed with various male personalities. In particular, I am living out an all too realistic fantasy life with Alexx. I also felt entirely too happy when I saw John Abraham on a poster for Water at Museum Station last night. On top of all that, I am systematically developing crushes on all of my TAs. Yes, yes, I can hear what you're saying right now, and I agree: this is all because I'm not getting any. Sexual deprivation is eating away at my brain.
Sort of explains why Schrðdinger was such a womanizer, doesn't it?
Though I'm sure this is highly hilarious to outsiders, it is becoming a serious problem for me. I don't like being so FanGirl, and my consciousness is better spent in other places.

Perhaps this weekend's trip to Windsor will help preoccupy my mind. But when will I have time for costume shopping?