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yawn.

Couldn’t sleep last night. Likely from all the coffee I had at the Highlevel Diner. I rarely have coffee, and well, this explains why. Oh, that and tea never gives me a tummy ache from drinking too much. Regardless, woke up late, haven’t done anything yet on my paper (I know, you’re all stunned by that little revelation) so really must start. My plan today is to write the intro and the stuff about dystopia for my paper today before S comes home. Then we need to pay rent, go to BARD to pick up a book that actually has articles about Jack Womack - one of which I think was written by a prof here at the U of A! tres exciting. We’re going to go for a short run, and then I have to work this evening.
Fuck. I can’t believe that I have 500 words written for a paper due Tuesday, when I have to work tonight and two shifts on Saturday. Bloody fucking hell. WHY AM I SO LAZY? I like the topic, I enjoy writing, I want to impress the prof, who sounds interested in what I am doing.... Where is my motivation?
2.12.04 19:41
 


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