I should be sorting out my stuff for the flea but instead Im having Nutella and reading about revolutionary massacres on wikipedia. Im in a somber mood and I dont know why. Must be because the curtains are drawn. And thoughts of how my precious holidays are about to end marking its looming entry with a 5-day camp :o Half the clothes im bringing are all borrowed from my friends because I dont have anything camp-appropriate, I am not engineered to go for camps but I am a trooper and I'll do it. Aight gonna make myself a cup of iced milo and read and hopefully get started on sorting my shit out