my landlords are being greedy with the heat. it's cold up here. I about froze to death in my sleep last night. I get tired of calling downstairs to get them to turn it up or on. they know it gets cold up here.
One thing i'm finding about in life is that everybody that I give a little trust to ends up letting me down. 
think i'll go check the mail and go get something to eat at dunkin donuts. bagel and coffee sound good. then i'll come back and play oblivion for a bit, then get ready for work.
Battle is a pure form of expression. It is heart and discipline, reduced to movement and motion. In battle, the words are swept away, giving way to actions-- mercy, sacrifice, anger, fear. These are pure moments of expression.
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