Done
Spent the last few hours putting a 15-page paper to bed. Still have some tweaking to do, but the story's been read, the lights are out, and the Boogeyman has been chased from the closet. 91 footnotes of fury, she is. Put together with the finesse of a Faberge egg and the strength of a Sherman tank. At least, I like to think so.
Of course, somehow that means I'll end up barely passing. Happens every time.
Also, my brain is tired, so consider this the final synapses of an exhausted mind.
Must. Stop. Thinking.
Good night.
Of course, somehow that means I'll end up barely passing. Happens every time.
Also, my brain is tired, so consider this the final synapses of an exhausted mind.
Must. Stop. Thinking.
Good night.
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