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Last night's efforts produced a page and a half of work. Only eight and a half pages to go. My professor has yet to e-mail me back and I am missing her class right now. I am feeling like utter crap due to lack of sleep + other things. I just hope she lets me turn this in late. If she does not, I am going to go and breakdown in front of her. In other words I would go beg and that would reduce me to tears in this instance.

Ugh, I feel like throwing up. I have to go to Latin at 12:30. I have to make up two quizzes, then I plan on running away.

This is just a bad day. I ran into Latin, took two quizzes, grabbed my graded exam and left. I am missing Anthropology of Religion and feel like avoiding my professor like the plague. She still has yet to respond to my e-mail request.

I am still feeling sick. Sick enough not to go to class. I think the stress of the past few weeks finally got to me. Well, at least it happened this week rather then next week during finals.

I have made a makeshift desk on Em's bed using her folding tray. I am going to try and push through this paper.

My less than shining moment but you know what? I have books waiting for me, a nice shower waiting for me, my warm bed waiting for me.

This is just acute. I am not going to let a bunch of old theoreticians get to me.

Be being a sheep:

( The Seduction Meme )