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I got up for brunch today, came back, looked at my bed, and went back to sleep feeling like an empty can--rattling and void and cold. Winter quarter went so, so well till this week, which just went straight for the gut, over and over, sprinkling atop nice little things that couldn't make up for it. I haven't felt this drained since first year.
And now: what is the nature of scientific entities? Great.
Just great.
When do we become old enough to stop being hurt by every hero's failure? Though perhaps we should never lose that passionate anger at unfairness. Perhaps it keeps us human.
And now: what is the nature of scientific entities? Great.
Just great.
When do we become old enough to stop being hurt by every hero's failure? Though perhaps we should never lose that passionate anger at unfairness. Perhaps it keeps us human.