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There are like 40 open seats in the library, and this girl comes and sits at my small little two person table in the corner. I am sitting here for privacy. Whaddafuck? I can't handle any distractions. Her perfume is too strong. If Darla was here I bet she could tell me what it was.
I'm tempted to move away from her. Is that rude? Her computer is loud and again, her perfume is too strong. I don't know why I get so irritated at little things like that. I'd say it's the lack of sleep but this happens all the time. Maybe it's my claustrophobia issues.
ugh. 6:38 am. I'm abandoning the 9 pager and revising the 5 pager.
I'm so motherfucking tired of writing.
I'm tempted to move away from her. Is that rude? Her computer is loud and again, her perfume is too strong. I don't know why I get so irritated at little things like that. I'd say it's the lack of sleep but this happens all the time. Maybe it's my claustrophobia issues.
ugh. 6:38 am. I'm abandoning the 9 pager and revising the 5 pager.
I'm so motherfucking tired of writing.