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With less than twelve hours to go until my presentation, I have still done no work. Also, my eyes have been fuzzing out on and off for most of the day, and are getting worse now because I am tired. This really sucks. Also, I am a total fuckup.

Agh. I am going to lie down for a little while now.

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Distinct lack of presentation. Similar lack of brain.

This level of apathy is not helpful. Maybe I should cut down on my drugs. Not that that will help me this afternoon.

*headdesks*

I'd be hitting the panic button if only I could find it.

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Guess who stumbled through about five sentences before breaking into tears? Yes! Me!

Agh. Agh. Agh.

I Do Not Care. It Does Not Matter.

They were nice. I got some tea and then went and sat in an office with two of them - the two I am most comfortable with, fortunately - and answered questions. And wound up confident enough to point out a mistake one of them made - a little mistake, but still.

Agh.

I think the bit I like best is that, while waiting to start, I adjusted my bra strap in front of six men. Joy.

Actually, you know what? I really don't care. It's done. They seemed perfectly satisfied with my knowledge when we were talking. It's done! Now all I have left are two exams, in two weeks time, and all I need to do is pass them, which I can do. And then I'm done. I'll be done with this claustrophobic little town. Done with the stress of academia. Done with feeling like a total fucking idiot every time I set foot outside my room. Done!