It's strange how having a day off just once in a while can make you remember how out of touch you are with the rest of your life. Or in my case, the endless mash of spanishclassfrenchim goingtofailmyMAandwork that I seem to be staring at for the next three weeks.
Ah, for a pensieve.
In this precious space of 24 hours I have away from that place, I'm supposed to churn out insane amounts of thoughful, opinionated, well researched essays for my MA exams coming up in just ten days.
I can manage opinionated. The rest I don't know about, considering that after two weeks of working continuously, I feel like I've been lobotomised. It seems strange, but after thinking all the time (or at least trying to), I just want to stop and do nothing. Looks like that's not going to happen for a while.
Hamster, thy treadmill awaits thee...
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I suggest heroin.
It worked for Auldous Huxley.
i thank thee for thy suggestion, francis, it will be considered.
Though i think it's going to eventually be wine and indecent amounts of cheesecake.
dear god my imagination is dead.
make sure eventually is soon though, for a wise skeptic once mentioned, fine wine 'eventually' turns to vinegar...
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