I FINISHED MY FUCKING PAPER.
Granted, it's technically an hour and twenty-three minutes behind my self-imposed deadline, but who really cares that it's technically a new day after 12 midnight, right?
Granted, also, that my paper is the worst supposed-to-do-well-for type paper that I've ever done in my life, EVER, and that I seriously had NO IDEA
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