. . . Oh how I hate thee. But only for this brief period in my life. I may actually be learning a lot about my major whilst writing this paper, but I can only hope that it will spur me on in my endeavor for that bloody English degree. I can't help but look at a lot of these critical theories and think "GET A LIFE YA WEIRDO. STOP GOING OVERBOARD WITH THE ANALYZING." At least that was my original inclination towards critical approaches to literature. Oye Ve God forbid I might end up interested in my undergraduate discipline, EEGATZ. Larsen would be killing my grade at this moment for using words in all capital letters because it "does not give credit to the power of the language itself."
It is now 6:25 in the am. I am currently experiencing some of the side effects of intense sleep deprivation. A little shaky . . . ok a lot shaky . . . as well as an inability to organize and keep my thoughts consistent in clear without intense effort. My fingers are no longer receieving adequate brain-waves and do not type with ease. The delete key is my new best friend as my spelling gets worse and worse with the coming of each hour. This is insanity. I did painted my nails for the first time in maybe 6 years. That happened around 5am during one of my "breaks" to keep my body active. I just forced myself up out of my spare-bed, one of the joys of being roommate-less is being able to have all lights on full blast and an extra bed to crash on when work consumes the top of the usual sleep dwelling.
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