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Eeeeh. I feel like shit.
I had all these good intentions. I was going to get a good, solid start on research this weekend. I was going to write the rough draft of my seventeenth century poetry paper. I was going to b.s. some responses to teresa of avila and catherine of siena. Instead, I've slept, stared blearily at the television, slept, called my mother to whine, and slept.
I actually did attempt work. I stared at the pages of teresa of avila and tried to think around the fog in my brain. I read more about prostitutes. But I didn't write a thing, and that's two entire days that are gone, gone, gone.
I had all these good intentions. I was going to get a good, solid start on research this weekend. I was going to write the rough draft of my seventeenth century poetry paper. I was going to b.s. some responses to teresa of avila and catherine of siena. Instead, I've slept, stared blearily at the television, slept, called my mother to whine, and slept.
I actually did attempt work. I stared at the pages of teresa of avila and tried to think around the fog in my brain. I read more about prostitutes. But I didn't write a thing, and that's two entire days that are gone, gone, gone.