my brain is weird

Fun fact: "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" is not in fact a love song.

(For reasons, I'm trying to think of famous love poetry. My brain is stuck on freaking Prufrock.)

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four in the morning and the homework I meant to do isn't done. crap. this is what I get for going "oh, I have an iced coffee in the fridge that I bought for the Saturday overtime that didn't happen, I should drink that so it won't go bad". watch me wake up at ridic o'clock (well, ridic o'clock compared to a probably-five-o'clock bedtime) and still not do any homework.

ETA: is a clock broke somewhere? because I told this entry to post timestamped when the entry was posted, and it's timestamped 04:40, and my computer clock and my phone clock both assure me it's 04:06.

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I have written four poems—three of them are lengthy poems!—in the past...twelve hours?

It is now five o'clock and I need to at least pretend to catnap.

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utterly random thought: kittypets. I want two. Holly and Ivy. or possibly Holly and Oak.