I have to finish psets. Everything is terrible forever.

I hate this f***ing place. Why did I ever choose to go here?

I’m hugging the fox plushie. I don’t belong here.

I hear there’s food possibly? It’s almost midnight and I haven’t eaten since breakfast.

I happen to find people. The kitchen is discussing the relative merits of various theories of time travel.

I have time for prattle. We sit and talk for over an hour before I pry myself away.

I have to finish psets. Everything will work out eventually.

I have truly found paradise. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.