c'est pas grave

I need to somehow document this as the most beautiful day. Weather-wise.
It's days like this one that keep me going through the gross winters...so nice. Auugh. The fountain in the park was on today for an hour and there was this cool mist, and I could have died happy right then and there.

Nice weather really does something to me. I'm running on three hours of sleep, but I'm still happy!



In a few hours, notsomuch. Must write an entire paper tonight for African Diaspora, but have to read two books beforehand. And...I skipped a lot of lectures so that whole part about incorporating the films we watched...um....yeah that's going to suck.
Tonight will be death. But for now, I'm going to go read in the park.