or two.
all day i dreaded writing a paper, but did it.
and i dreaded having to go to work, but was planning on it...until about ten minutes before i had to leave, i got it covered.
pure laziness, or something like that.
i just didn't feel like it.
and not much to say.
i've found cleaning is theraputic as well as a necessity.
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