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Dopamine (I have a final due in a few hours)

this is just going to be word vomit, I've not been sleeping well and so not confident this thought will be coherent.

I fell asleep around 1 this morning and woke up now, it's currently almost 7 am and blizzarding outside--maybe I'll post a picture.

This weekend storm was made out to be the storm of the decade by numbers. All week my neighbors have been preparing, my exams were this week until a few monday exams were cancelled in anticipation, possibly tuesday exams as well--we'll see. So with this bustle and ferver (or maybe a 'colder' word?) in mind I pictured this storm with all of the accoutrements Stephen King has installed in my memory; Blustery wet snow, high winds, ice, no visibility, rabid dogs--a quintessential winter wonderland. But none of that, just quiet, light powder, I was ready for the apocalypse and I feel like I'm in a damn snow globe.

That in mind I should have slept like a swaddled baby, but the lord works in mysterious ways, I woke up b…
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