So pretty much all I been doing since saturday night is play with my little half brother, watch suits, eat dads [awful](sorry) food and read a few pages here and there of 1984. Oh, all while the continuous thought of "sofia write your personal statement" moves in the shadows of my brain, showing its repulsive face here and there, making me feel pretty bad about consciously delaying it.
/s
ps. i still love christmas
