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I have no desire to finish any of my work. This is bad. I can't even force myself to work.

Thankfully I am done with my lab class. We went over edits to our final report and clocking in at over a hundred pages it is done. Fucking behemoth.

Maybe I will go to bed now and get up early. I figure this is also a bad plan as well. If I mainline all my work tomorrow then I can watch Supernatural and go to bed at a fairly decent hour and then...I lost my train of thought. Damn.

So, I feel vaguely accomplished. I have a pseudo-outline for one of my papers. I can do this. I can do this and still study for my other exams and get some sleep. I CAN DO THIS. I am sitting in the library, my internet finally connecting. AND I AM STARVING. I am supposed to meet up with theo_winterwood for lunch very soon and then back to the library.

Several things:
+crescent_venus - YOU SENT ME ANOTHER PACKAGE?! I have no idea what is in this one. I picked it up on my way to the library and can't wait to open it. *stares longingly at box*
+That "fucking behemoth" project? cost $70 to print at Kinkos and the department won't cover it. BULLSHIT, I cry. BULLSHIT. Which means I owe $7. Which is a lot of money at this point to myself.
+I am tired. Probably because I have not eaten. Hence, exhuastion.
+Bradley James (Arthur) has a mancrush on Santiago Caberra (Lancelot).
+I want food. Where is theo_winterwood

Okay, back to JUDE THE OBSCURE. OH GOD KILL ME. Why did I decided to write a paper this late in the game on Jude?

1. SUPERNATURAL. YOU OWN MY SOUL. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?

2. I am JUST NOW panicking about my Vernacular Architecture final that is at 8:30. Good job Steff.

3. OH GOD. STILL SO MUCH WORK. I really would like to graduate.

4. Baseball. I need to watch some baseball. I need to watch my boys win. Roberts Hits Upon Milestone. Aww.

5, I am going to be so dead Sunday night.