84 essays, mostly terrible;
39 research paper outlines, mostly tolerable;
39 works cited pages, mostly ghastly;
and an endless string of random odds and ends, mostly late.
I'm exhausted, my eyes are blurry, I can't make a fist with my writing hand, and I'm faintly high from all the Sharpie fumes.
Consequently, tonight I'm making celebratory "I'm done!...for now!" cupcakes, and celebration's going to taste like Mexican chocolate, methinks.
(Bottom line - I'll holler more substantively atcha tomorrow. Today, me sleepy. Me want cupcake.)
39 research paper outlines, mostly tolerable;
39 works cited pages, mostly ghastly;
and an endless string of random odds and ends, mostly late.
I'm exhausted, my eyes are blurry, I can't make a fist with my writing hand, and I'm faintly high from all the Sharpie fumes.
Consequently, tonight I'm making celebratory "I'm done!...for now!" cupcakes, and celebration's going to taste like Mexican chocolate, methinks.
(Bottom line - I'll holler more substantively atcha tomorrow. Today, me sleepy. Me want cupcake.)
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