I just realized that in a mere nine days I will join the ranks of those allowed to drink legally. A shame it's on a Thursday but I'm willing to skip class on Friday in favour of getting completely drunk off my mind. (yes that's a hint and not a very subtle one)
I thought we faced some fucked up things in the dreams before, but this is the worst. It feels as if the world is at a stand still and we're just waiting to die. If Crassus and his army doesn't kill us, then the winter will.
It was a strange day yesterday. Good that I could celebrate my birthday on the actual day but strange not to be doing it the same day as my sister. I do not mind it being every four years.