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The typical November weather is so unpretentious. It's kinda comforting. Possibly the only month not celebrated by Hallmark in some way--except my poor March, maybe. It's cold, the leaves have mostly fallen from the trees and are now muted piles of what was color, ready to get frosted over next to the mud.

And this "snow" thing? The snow that looks like snow but drizzles like rain and feels like little pricks of soft ice drawing blood where it is gusted into your face? Yeah. That's all November. Walking home was gross, except that I got to make funny stupid-looking buzzing sounds with my lips to keep them warm.

But I have hot cocoa--not to drink, just to sit next to me and warm my arm and smell good--and I skipped Useless Philosophy this morning to sleep in. Thanks to my sleep paranoia, which means waking up every thrity minutes in the morning from 4:00 on, because I am direly aware that I have no alarm set, I had lots of different interesting dreams. One featured a fairytale swamp, Spencer questing, my family running a weird inn, and a strangely strong line of plot. I felt a little bad about leaving it without a conclusion.

Mock Trial is starting to make me nervous. I have so much stuff to memorize. And opening for plaintiff terrifies me, in an abstract way. It's the first thing we do! Eek!

...yes. On to review my directs.