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How can you wake up and nothing's out of the ordinary, attend very interesting Shakespeare course and not so interesting grammar lesson, and all's good... and then you get a bit scared that there might be something wrong with you (but probably isn't) and the rest of the day you'll feel crappy and cry at the smallest things and wish it was early enough to go to bed at 7 pm?
Damn it. I suck.
Damn it. I suck.