In which I am a dumbass
It is eleven oclock.
I have one sentence of my final paper for poetry written.
Fuckity fuck fuck my life over!
At least after this, I have very little to worry about...besides the monster paper for Writing Southeast Asia. Though that is due next week, miles and lightyears away.
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
I have one sentence of my final paper for poetry written.
Fuckity fuck fuck my life over!
At least after this, I have very little to worry about...besides the monster paper for Writing Southeast Asia. Though that is due next week, miles and lightyears away.
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.