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finished a story tonight. only worked on it for a week; unsure how this affected it. now it is 4:15 am and i cannot sleep so i am listening to the smiths and reading chekhov stories. i read them to myself with russian accents. i hear water trickling through pipes in the walls, but we don't have pipes in the walls. i see lindsay in less than five days, and i cannot think of anything else--other than seeing noah later this month. my last final is intro to western art, for which i memorized 98 images and their artist, date, and medium. i have this on saturday at 2:00 in the afternoon. unfortunately, i do not leave for st. louis until tuesday morning, meaning i will be reading a lot and watching movies that i have seen many, many times. but that is why bestial pornography is great--because you can watch it over and over and never tire of it. never, never...