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qp_archiveWell, fuck. I hate the fires. I want to be able to go outside. DOS is giving out masks. I still have a paper to do. I feel so... useless. And the paper seems so very pointless. And, and, and...
And what I want right now is to be able to go home, cry, stick my head in the sand, and forget that I have college and that the hills not 10 miles away are on fire. That everything here's ashy. That the Santa Anas are expected to continue tomorrow. That I can't take a breath without the hint of smoke.
And I know I can't, none of it. So I whine. I should do something more productive. Write, maybe. But I have assignments and it's after 2:30. Fuck.
And what I want right now is to be able to go home, cry, stick my head in the sand, and forget that I have college and that the hills not 10 miles away are on fire. That everything here's ashy. That the Santa Anas are expected to continue tomorrow. That I can't take a breath without the hint of smoke.
And I know I can't, none of it. So I whine. I should do something more productive. Write, maybe. But I have assignments and it's after 2:30. Fuck.
