It's 3am. I must be lonely.
Or frustrated.
Six GIANT cups of tea, zero hours of sleep and seven hundred and seventy three words later, I just want to quit and take a really crappy mark on my paper. But I shall persevere! And why? Because I put altogether too much stock into the numbers my instructors award me at the end of each semester.
Sad, but true.
Tomorrow, I shall sleep again.
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