This week is killing me slowly. Next week will be worse.
The only redeeming qualities are my so-far-good-grades.
A- on an Art History paper, B+ on my sculpture and Lit Trad paper.
Otherwise, this work is dragging me down. And I have no income. Fucccck.
I'm calling my "job" tomorrow and seeing what the deal is.
I always feel lonely and unaccomplished this this time...
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