All the Living and the Dead

From the window of my boyfriend's apartment I can see that it snowed about a foot last night, and continues lightly still. He lives beside a church with a tall steeple and from where I sit I can see into the small courtyard. Little snowflakes are falling down on the crosses and stone benches, making everything look like it's been covered in a white blanket.

All I have left to do before I can say hasta luego to this god forsaken semester is a mammoth paper on Joyce. In all honesty I am so burnt out from the Hinduism final and the other assignments that I kind of want to throw up and cry at the same time.

To illustrate (and procrastinate) here is a chart I made.

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