Le sigh.
December 15, 2007
My Life for the Weekend
My Brain Is Dead
My research paper is like pulling teeth, except with more Facebooking and persistent Gmail/Google Reader-checking. I have 6/20 pages. Due Saturday Monday afternoon.
I have a modern poetry final in 14.5 hours. Have not yet studied.
I am talking about a black/white racial binary in my research paper (on Harlem Renaissance writings), and when I look at the page all I can think is:
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Once again, without emotion…