My Pre-Saints Week

First snow. Wonderful, really.
I've had a running nose and a bad cough for two weeks now.
My girl is going home. She decided not to try. Well, "and if there is a god, then god bless you" as a song says. I wanna kiss her forehead for farewell. I doubt I will manage to do that. I doubt I really want and will see her before she leaves. I want to grieve about all this situation, but -- whatever, my head will stay cold (literally - because it seems that I have a temperature).
I'm kind of happy lately. I don't take the life serious. I don't need to work to survive. I am happy. If I repeat this many times enough to really believe in this stuff, that will be good.
I found a new group that I like - Peter, Paul & Mary. Nice folks.
I now have two coursepapers to work on. Not officially yet, but I hope to get an agreement from Mr. Polyanski on Monday or someday on the week. I'm not sure if ~ whatever (yet again). I am sure.
I'm not recognizing myself. I didn't think about it anyway.
I want to be silent now. I don't want to talk. I'll go to sleep, I guess.