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Today I smoked a million cigarettes, took two showers, and churned out the damn Fulbright-Hayes grant proposal. Now I feel sleepy, tired, verklempt and unmotivated to do anything. Institutional writing will suck your soul right out.
I think I am going to take another shower (I am not being a clean freak, I just can't seem to get warm today except when I am standing under a stream of scalding water). Landlord came, said it was about time for the AC to come out. For once I whole-heartedly agree with him.
I think I am going to take another shower (I am not being a clean freak, I just can't seem to get warm today except when I am standing under a stream of scalding water). Landlord came, said it was about time for the AC to come out. For once I whole-heartedly agree with him.
