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I'm being kept alive only by the thought of going over to Shayne's house tomorrow night for some much needed TLC. No not the band or The Learning Channel. *finds out Shayne is a die-hard TLC fan and loves "Unpretty"*
My throat hurts. Not good. Not good at all.
I just need to do one more essay. Oh god the thought of going home right now and sleeping is SO appealing. No. Stay here. Work.
I'm going to be pulling another all nighter tomorrow it looks like. But NOT before getting 5 hours of sleep. Need to finish this ASAP so can go home. Maybe I'll go to Second Cup, get some caffeine and work on it.
Oh well. Live and let die.
[EDIT]: About 10 minutes after I wrote this post, I went to save my work and the*&#$^$*&# computer DELETED MY ENTIRE ESSAY. But, after 1 hour of crying and throwing a shit fit, it's back but missing a whole shitload of stuff. Now I keep emailing it to myself every paragraph I write. OH MY GOD IT WAS SO SCARY.
My throat hurts. Not good. Not good at all.
I just need to do one more essay. Oh god the thought of going home right now and sleeping is SO appealing. No. Stay here. Work.
I'm going to be pulling another all nighter tomorrow it looks like. But NOT before getting 5 hours of sleep. Need to finish this ASAP so can go home. Maybe I'll go to Second Cup, get some caffeine and work on it.
Oh well. Live and let die.
[EDIT]: About 10 minutes after I wrote this post, I went to save my work and the*&#$^$*&# computer DELETED MY ENTIRE ESSAY. But, after 1 hour of crying and throwing a shit fit, it's back but missing a whole shitload of stuff. Now I keep emailing it to myself every paragraph I write. OH MY GOD IT WAS SO SCARY.