LON*don in the Summ*ah Tahme

I can't feel my fingertips.

So I am incredibly bored on a Wednesday evening. My room is still a mess, and I have absolutely no desire whatsoever to clean it.

This is winter.

Buying my camera on the 11th. I will have absoutely no money afterwards, but it will be incredibly worth it.

Languid are the masses here at the Y. We need a jolt. We need some electricity running through this place. I need to get OUT of this coma. Leaving is going to help. James is leaving on Sunday. Tear. That kid is going places.

I hate the winter in Lexington.

Who IS MARTHA CAMERON?

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