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Things I have accomplished today include:

1. Three pages (of twenty) for my Massive Paper.
2. Copious amounts of notes for MP.
3. I broke the underwire in my bra because I am big and strong - it was uncomfortable.
4. Did not die of new cold.
5. A good deed, the whole story of which I will tell you later.
6. Sent e-mail to try and get someone to take my late patrol shift on Wednesday.

Things I need to do tomorrow:

1. Seventeen pages of MP.
2. Don't die of new cold.

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Every now and then, usually when I'm writing a paper, I wonder to myself why (oh why!?!?) the hell do I want to go into academics anyway. I really dislike writing papers. I like the research and the finding out new shit part. And I like thinking about cool things (like Roman Britain), but when I have to smush it down onto the page my brain just rebels. And I get sick, or I go completely brain dead. Because NO! These ideas can't fit into the boundaries of an eight and a half by eleven sheet of paper. They're nebulous and far reaching. Whole towns buried under piles of dirt and thousands of years of other people's lives.

If I smash my head against the keyboard will all my thoughts get into the word document?

I almost have 6 pages. Here is me 1/4 of the way done. Chugging tea and cough drops.

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hobbitbabe sent me flowers! As encouragement.

( They are ridiculous but awesome. )