They say cute wears off, but maybe cute allows the other stuff to grow on you? Who knows.

I ran this morning and OOH it was a good run. My grandmother is home from the hospital finally, and I have barely started this freaking poetry essay. Now I have a philosophy one on the plate as well, and a Women in Antiquity take home midterm to work on.

How do I manage to avoid everything? Find a sweet face and make it smile at me.

What a sucker I am.