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I’m sitting here, refusing to work on my letter to the reviewer. Forcing myself to experience more stress down the line. But you know what? Without stress, no one would get anything accomplished. I feel as though Lauren is squashing my inelegance down to a fine powder. And I also don’t really want to say anything (Just letting her talk) because I feel like I’m making an ass out of myself with everything I say…oww…that hurt, she did it again!…
In other news, Bri and I aren’t friends anymore due to the fact that I find Night at the Roxbury to be a travesty against the fine institution that is film. I really think it is a stupid movie. So great, now I’m really depressed. Well, I’m off to go fit the knot on my new noose. Later…maybe….