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Last day in Cambridge. Okay, to do list:
- go and find something breakfast-like, presumably something that contains tea
- do laundry (?)
- pack suitcase, determine if another bag is needed
- procure present-like objects. try not to buy more books.
- edit and turn in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
narniaexchange fic
- figure out what's happening on the 4th
In other exciting news, the breathing problems I was having last semester appear to have returned for the morning. OH JOY. It's -- you know how if you think about breathing, then you suddenly actually do have to think about each breath you take? It's like that, where I have to consciously think about each breath or I forget to breathe. Or at least it feels like I forget to breathe. So that's about as much fun as it sounds. I think it's stress-related. Have I mentioned how much I hate packing? I really, really do.
- go and find something breakfast-like, presumably something that contains tea
- do laundry (?)
- pack suitcase, determine if another bag is needed
- procure present-like objects. try not to buy more books.
- edit and turn in
narniaexchange fic- figure out what's happening on the 4th
In other exciting news, the breathing problems I was having last semester appear to have returned for the morning. OH JOY. It's -- you know how if you think about breathing, then you suddenly actually do have to think about each breath you take? It's like that, where I have to consciously think about each breath or I forget to breathe. Or at least it feels like I forget to breathe. So that's about as much fun as it sounds. I think it's stress-related. Have I mentioned how much I hate packing? I really, really do.