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Slept on the sofa again. Oops.

Must find better frame of mind.

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It is not yet 10. My first class is at 12:30. And yet I am awake. Why?
More freaky Top Girls nightmares...That's twice in 24 hours.


Oh, and HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, tahira_saki!

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Class?

Nope.

Have decided it is in my best interests to sit right where I am and work on my Robert Armin paper, in the vague hope that I may sleep a semi-reasonable amount tonight and not be entirely dead for my presentation tomorrow morning. Ew.

I feel like such a slacker, I've never missed as many classes as I have this semester...On the upside, I'm still doing well in all my classes...

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So, what I'm gathering from Yahoo News today is:

There are more dead Americans in Iraq.
The Pope has e-mail.
Ben Affleck only proposes to women named Jennifer.
Chinese men are as well-hung as anyone else.

Well then.

Back to Elizabethan fools.

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My whole body hurts. I have bruises EVERYWHERE. My combat partner misjudged a contact punch today, didn't quite pull it right and also placed it wrong, and so actually punched me in the shoulder blade. Bruise. And I think I rebruised my knee, because it's gone from yellowy-brown to purpley-brown again...My ankle's hurt all day, but I don't see a bruise. My elbow is turning black and blue. The entire side of my left thigh is spotted with bruises, which is weird because I land on my right side. I stumbled and went down badly on my back fall today, so that'll be a bruise, and I judged wrong coming out of the knee to the face and smacked the back of my head against the floor. I'm a mess. I hope Fat Men is shortish. 'Cause I still have four and a half pages to write. Plus other stuff.

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So...Fat Men in Skirts...Yeah...

It was excellently done. I don't really know how I feel about it...

Um...Cannibalism...Incest...Murder...Some mild homophobia...Shoes...Plane Crash...Mental Illness...

Fun for the whole family...

Gonna finish my paper now...

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*Wide staring eyes*

I have gone completely, totally, inescapably mad. My room is a disaster, completely impassible. I am trapped in my own little head...

Whee.

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It's only eleven pages long, but that's all it's getting right now. I can't think anymore. I hurt all over.