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Date: January 21st, 2020.

Time of Writing: 8:05 PM.

Weather: Cold, good if you like wearing scarfs like me.

Mood: Frustrated, angry.

Day Overview: Really thought I'd have my laptop charger today so that I could spend energy on an even larger post for y'all but even though it got delivered today my Residential Service Desk decided to make the call to let me pick it up some time that isn't today because they don't make any sense. I have a textbook waiting from them too, as well as a textbook at the eCampus store in the Campus Center. I was going to go into really high detail. I had a weird eye infection scare last night that freaked me the fuck out and when I woke up it was still there but by now it's gone. My friend Tsz is in my College Writing class, as well as one of Jess' friends, also from marching band. Seems like it'll be an easy class but I'm waiting to do the big parts of the homework until I can charge my computer. Afterwards I dilly dallied around for a few hours until it was time for Film Studies. It was a long class of reading the syllabus before we watched a movie, which we'll be doing every Tuesday from here on out, the movie watching not the syllabus reading. I came from that and went to a floor meeting in my dorm almost right afterwards and one of the RA's there brought her dog, who was barking and running around like crazy, making it hard to concentrate. I just want to curl up into a ball and not exist for a while. Tomorrow should be better.

On My Mind: I've never been conscious during a time of peace. I literally don't know what it's like. It's easier to forget that we're at war now because we aren't sending soldiers, but we're killing people with drones. Iran and Soleimani's death was a grim reminder of the reality of this country - the United States has been at war since less than a year after I was born. I don't know if I'll ever know peacetime. Not until I'm dead. Then again, I'm a civilian. People out here sure don't act like it's war anymore. Once you get past a certain point people get used to it. Domesticated, if you will.


Produced: Nothing and it's driving me crazy. Wrote down some stuff in a list during my writing class, but that's literally it. Once I get this laptop charger I'm going to have a lot to catch up to.

Other Thoughts: Extended apologies for the minimalist state of the blog. If they don't give me my charger tomorrow I'm going to bite the bullet and write at the library, they're open twenty four hours, who cares, I'll fucking go, I'll sleep over there, I'll catch up on everything, fuck it.