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Friday, November 01, 2002

My downfall--cherry bakewells

Yeah, so I felt so sick last night, and I think it might be because I ate four cherry bakewell tarts very quickly. Hey, they were good. Now I'm not so much craving them though. I've got to get stuff done today, but it is already after 2 and I just woke up and haven't even showered yet. I was hoping to have my paper written today so I could go to London tomorrow and see a play, but I'm not sure if that will happen. Plus tickets would be pretty expensive and hard to get on a saturday night, even from those booths of ill repute in Leicester square. I need to brush my teeth.

I do feel better today, which is good. I haven't eaten in 24 hours, and I'm not hungry, but I feel like I should have something. The chicken salad baguette looked pretty lackluster, so I threw it out. All I need is to eat bad meat today. I'm listening to Everclear live, and it's okay, but he sounds a little gruff. I've got all my apocalyptic lit secondary source material strewn out on the bed behind me, but I haven't looked at it other than to spread it out in a meaningful and astute-looking way. I don't know how this is, but work always expands to fill the time you have to give it. I started working on this on wednesday and I'm still not very far along. Usually I don't really start until sunday or monday, and the papers are due on tuesday. But I do have the weekend, since my usual diversion is busy with someone else, so I know I'll finish it by sunday evening, which is when I need to turn it in to Jane to have it looked at. We have to turn in three papers over the term to Jane, our Grad assistant, for her to look through and make revision suggestions. Personally, I don't ever do stuff like that, but it is for univ. credit, so I'll comply happily. The difference between taking three classes and taking four (the univ writing class) was a thousand dollars off my program fees because my scholarship is weird and is credit-hour related. It's too confusing for me to explain. I don't really even understand it.


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