Happy Beka Day, Singles' Awareness Day, Valentine's Day, Ingest Your Weight In Chocolate Day, February 14th, or whatever else you celebrate. Or don't, as the case may be
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Iiiiii feel like I've been run over by a truck. Good times. I hate being vaguely sick. I'd almost rather be blatantly sick, because then at least you know what's wrong and people sympathize and let you stay in bed all day and not wonder out loud why you're curled up in a tiny ball on the couch. *flail*
YAY! The Joyce/Yeats essay is done! Finished! It's five pages of BS and a really awful conclusion, because really what I had to say could be said in maybe three pages but I had to stretch it out, but anyway it's done and I can stop thinking about it
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