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I've gone and done it again. I've had too much coffee. I can't focus. I'm bouncing off the walls. I think I know what I'm going to write about for my Chaucer (and Henryson) paper, and I don't think I need secondary sources for it, so I can stop being angry at UEA for not having subscriptions to the Scottish Literary Journal/Studies in Scottish Literature. I'm going to call my grandparents to see if that calms me down any. I need to call them before I leave on Thursday anyway.