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writing a last-minute paper on de-alienation while slowly descending into illness = awesome.

procrastinating on SG and contemplating angry things to say to a lot of people = also awesome, but somehow even more annoying.

my throat feels like it's full of kleenex dust. apparently nobody knows what this is like but me. it's like sawdust, but finer and drier and so very fucking hateful.

not much is new except I NEED A NAP. despite the fact that I have spent almost literally the entire day sitting on my ass, curled up on the couch, and/or eating delicious delicious falafel. even while writing a paper I am wrapped in a blanket. and the paper only needs to be three pages long, so why the fuck am I acting so ridiculous and tormented about it?

I am le tired. byenight.