November

Harvard, by Andover Hall. Inside the library is filled with people studying; I can see someone meeting with her advisor and grinning. It is 4:30, and the sky is purple. Black leaves fall. In my ears, Iron and Wine singing:
Will you say to me when I'm gone
Your face has faded but lingers on
Cause light strikes a deal with each coming night
Oh, oh, oh, oh,
Coming night...

And a bit of a geek-out.

Tomorrow is my German midterm exam.

Today, A Feast For Crows arrived in the mail. I have given it to sen_no_ongaku to prevent me from destroying my grades.

I weep with frustration and despair at my acceptance of responsibility. Which puts me in just the right mood for studying German!