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Doing huge anounts of classwork right now, watching "Office Space" with pizza later. I'm so tired of working on these damn papers, but every time I decide that they're done I get all panicky because I could make them better and what if they don't get full marks because I slacked off and was lazy? I bloody well hate this overachiever thing. But the Celtic paper is done until the perr-review session tomorrow night, and the Mary Shelley incest paper is at least becoming coherent--I might not hate it anymore--and the creative nonfiction paper has pretty much been in the bag for the last month. Might sweep it for adverbs, but not much more than that.

Tomorrow I'll maybe start packing up my room. Four more days till my train comes in.