Write this down:
One cannot write a paper when one is hungover.
This might be an excuse, of course.
But it is thoroughly difficult to focus right now.
Moreso than usual.
It was worth it. Any excuse to get myself back into much too-small spandex.
Dear Lord. There are so many embarassing sides to me.
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1 comment:
Hey?
No pumpkin? :(
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