2.06.2007

I hope I never figure out who broke your heart, and if I do...

I have to write an eight page paper on loneliness (of all things) in The Handmaid's Tale in 24 hours, and I'm out of cigarettes. I have a feeling my first all-nighter as a university will be tonight. These are the least of my problems.

If I'm not dead by tomorrow, acedemia will continue as usual.

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