waking up with the wind roaring, tearing the house apart. occasionally someone walks by, plodding through the masses of white snow, which almost reaches the mid-calf. sitting alone in my sofa. feeling just as wrong as an indian white tiger would do in this arctic landscape. at least I imagine they would.
the trains wont go. precluding me to even try to get to school this excellent day. owner of stockholm public transport, will you ever learn?
however this situation facilitates me to make lots of useful things at home, such as homework. terrific. I just wish I did not feel like that blasted indian tiger. thank you.
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