So Ian thinks it's all over-kill.

"Why is your chair pseudo-ly broken?"
"Pseudo-ly? Hannah, you know you've been in univeristy too long when you start seeping academic terms into life."

~Jon Hayes and myself in Dustin's living room.
Chair in question belonged to Malcom.

I no talk english. I speakah scholarnese.

So it's 10 am on a Sunday morning and I have woken up to an incredible life. Albeit it's a bitter cold reality (pathetic fallacy playing here); 10 degree weather outside and frozen hearts over the pacific.

Not that I'd like to care. To be fallacious about it, I couldn't care if I cared.
The sub-concious is a powerful thing, in spite of all your gabra contesting it's existance.
It broke me.

So apart from that embarrassingly bratty moment I had typing the above, I am about to carry on with my existance. The world will warm to life, I will have coffee with mel, make vegetable curry with Shulin and wrest a dent in that Chinese essay I have to complete prior to going to work.

Ian has many an insight to life I must say. I will chat with him a little longer. For souls like these, life can wait.