June 12th, 2002

hat

gasp

5600 words. i think i'm done for the day.

at this point i have no idea if i am making an argument. i have no idea if it was a good idea to write one essay instead of three separate ones. i have no idea how tomorrow's portion is going to tag along well with what i have so far.

i can only just barely think.

i should take a walk. or dance around. or sleep.
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nancy fight

the longest yard

i can't believe i have to write for yet another day. and if for some reason i don't finish tomorrow (but i'm going to finish tomorrow dammit) then i will have to write friday morning too.

yeah i know. i'm a writer. i'm supposed to like writing.

kill me now.
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