11/11/2004

Of course the night...ahem, early morning, wouldn't be right without me spilling two cups of tea all over my (formerly) entirely clean carpet...

I'm gonna be paying a lot for repairs on this place. I can already feel it.

My legs feel numb, and I must be up in about four hours...I hope I make it.

And no, I'm not entirely done with my paper. I rambled off some semblance of an ending before deciding I'd had enough for one night. I simply cannot revise anymore.

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