finals are such wonderful times.
i was staring at my bookshelf last night, and i wondered--without any effort, truly, the idea just popped on its own, like breathing--whether or not at any point on my journey was i to come across those of my own kind.
i shrugged.
when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. but lemons are good. they may be sour but they go good with tons of other things--lemon cheesecake, lemon juice on the salad, lemonade itself is a wonderful beverage. but if life puts you in a giant bowl of brocolis, well, i realized last night that there ain't much you can do with that.
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