I like too many things and get all confused and hung up running from one falling star to another till I drop. I have nothing to offer anyone except my own confusion.
I guess Jack Kerouac just voiced my sentiments...
why does everything that might appear prosaic and insipid on an ordinary day look verry verry appealing during exams...
guess anything is better than exams...
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