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Man, when I got home from work earlier, I decided that I was going to go work on finishing up my album, but I like to wait until around 9:30 or so before I go out and do that, because if I go out too early, too many people are still out to fuck up my sound or distract me. I got so bored waiting for 9:30 that I decided to do the reading for my classes tomorrow. But when I pulled out my syllabus, what did I find? A 5-7 page paper due tomorrow that I knew NOTHING about. I started freaking out. I looked everywhere and couldn't find any specifications about what the paper had to be about, so I assumed that, since it was for my poetry and politics class that it could be anything related to poetry and/or politics, so since I had watched that Dylan documentary a few days ago, I decided to brave the heated debate over whether or not Dylan's lyrics are poetry. I wrote the paper, which I think I did a pretty damn good job on, talked to kendall for about an hour and THEN went out and recorded the last two songs I needed to record for my album. I got so much done tonight. I am one BADASS MOTHERFUCKER. Look for my record soon.