(that I tend to finish past midnight doesn't help, either)
When I wake up the day after with the ceiling fan on, circulating the smell of fresh laundry from all the pieces that weren't quite dry upon coming out of the dryer (and thus are hanging, draped across many ledges in my room), I feel like I'm back at the dorms.
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I know the feeling.... Life was so much simpler then.
...and much more likely to end with baking cookies at 1 a.m.
I can still bake at 1 a.m. I just don't tend to bake on the floor anymore.
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