PRESENT, n. That part of eternity dividing the domain of disappointment from the realm of hope.
- Ambrose Bierce, probably "Devil's Dictionary"
Teeth are hurting, usually means I'm getting a cold. Feeling better but gloomy. Stupid essay is maybe half done, I have a ton of info but not entirely sure how to use it, half-forgotten the point I'm making, and I STILL don't know if the essay's for Tuesday or not. Gah. Grumpy.
10:22pm
I wrote to Helene, who emailed Stacey, to ask if the essay was, in fact, due Tuesday. Stacey emailed me back and said it was. SHOOT THE MESSENGER!
While I theoretically only have 500 words to go, a) I haven't deleted my skeleton yet, which will damage my wordcount, and b) I haven't got my point across yet, and am not entirely sure how to do this. =p Fuckin' HATE essays. Want to get out.
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