...i have been waiting for you since october.
the crispness of the air echoes each crispy leaf i crunch on the concrete calle cuando caminando convenientemente con cada canción cantando que caía como cacahuetes chocolates.
olé.
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in other news, i'm realizing research is much, much, much (mucho) delayed gratification.
much, much, much.
why is the road to theoretical parsimony filled with so many convoluted twists, turns, elevated hoops and impossible balancing acts?
meanwhile the time just ticks away.
but nancy, why so serious?
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