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Crunch.

Somehow, I narrowly manage to avoid hangovers. Always. This is luck I do not feel safe depending on.

I have to read two acts of King Lear, among other silly work that I want to get finished so that I can spend the better part of this week preparing for Friday. James and I are considering buying a bottle of absinthe for the occasion. Either it's a brilliant idea, or one that we should definitely rethink.

All I have left to do for my application to the creative writing program is printing out a writing sample. This is nerve wracking. I don't want to worry about things anymore.

I lost the Halloween ticket voucher...this is not good.

I am constructing a nebula. It is in its beginning stages. I am very very excited about it.

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