It's nearing 6 in the morning, and after switching the font of my paper from Helvetica to Arial, I have only two pages left to write of my paper, thank the fucking gods. I hate it when I'm just reaching and reaching and reaching to get there, because clearly that means I have no idea what I'm talking about. I'm hungry, I'm tired, and I sure don't give a fuck about Orestes or Orestes 2.0 anymore. So. . .I have two and a half hours to crank out two more pages on violent images as a device used to present the story of the house of Atreus to a modern audience.
Well, the internet is working in my room, which is fun. Atleast I have that.
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