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Hmm. I have just realised that my notes from the one book I have actually seriously tried to read, for the essay due at noon, are not easily accessible. That is to say, I assume they are somewhere in the piles of crap that are in my room. But I cannot be sure.

Hmm. So what I really ought to be doing is attempting to write the rest of the damn thing, instead of reading fic. Yeah. Well.

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*kicks things* Have, like, a third of an essay, and can finish this thing and get it printed and handed in by five but, but, but there are Other People in the computer labs and they are Talking and I am Stressing (and I went to group and wound up talking even though I kept saying "I'm just stressing it's normal leave me alone" and and) and I want to break things. argh.

Maybe I should change my music. Hmm. I think something louder might be more conducive to work. Hmmmm.

argh, shutupshutupshutup!

ETA: Dammit. I worked. I printed, ran down with it just before five, and the office was already shut. Am annoyed. Ought, probably, to work on it some more so it will be Good as opposed to All Right, but I have so much other shit to do and I was going to hand it in like this so screw it, I am going to wander off and look for stats on disabled access in libraries. Joy.