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Last night, for the first time in a long time, I went to bed when I was supposed to, and when I really needed it. Now, its 8:30am, and I'm probably the only concious one in my dorm and probably one of the few on the whole campus. I'm hungry, and kline doesn't open until 10am. I am going to pack everything up and go to the library to write a paper I have no fucking idea how to write about. BUT, I am going to be productive! Yay.