idiosyncrasy of the month...
[MARCH]
I find myself measuring time by a series of chronic dejavus, rather than days or weeks. Like saying "have a good weekend" on Fridays, standing in the line at taco bell on Saturdays or the smell of my lit teacher's coffee during fourth period. Is this strange? Whether it is or isn't, I don't know. But it certainly is a symptom of a dry rut from which I'd like to break free soon.
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