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Thursday, December 5th, 2002

After four nights of no sleeping in the space of a week, approximately fourty pages of excessively well though out arguments, several dozen late night phone calls to Tad, and more cups of tea than you can shake a stick at, I'm done all my essays for the term. Five essays in ten days. I am a hero.

Two were late (and I don't care), two were written with extensions (for which I am eternally grateful), and one was so good that my prof asked to publish it for my classmates to read. Am I a genius or what?

Unfortunately, now I have to study for exams. And, equally unfortunate, I broke my computer, but it'll be fixed by Monday at the latest, so it's not so bad. And finally, I hate and am physically sick of work. I cannot stand it. I hope never to have to do it again.

If I can just make it to next Saturday, everything will be okay. I will go home, I will make Jessa bring Band of Brothers over for us to watch,I will shop and spend scads of money on myself and others. And then I will eat a turkey. Everything will be okay. If I can just... make it... to Saturday... without falling asleep during an exam.

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