Missed class again today. Come midnight, I will have pursuaded myself to care; come 2am I will be obsessing beyond all hope of sleep, and come tomorrow I will be back to my usual no-motivation-having self. Why is it that my get up and go always gets up and goes just when I need it?
Today's story idea: An alabaster statuette of a mythical creature, a scarlet feather and a piece of blue embroidered silk. They are each owned by a child: a boy owns the statuette, a tomboyish girl owns the feather, and a fair-haired girl owns the silk. They are important somehow.