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2004-02-04 @ 11:12 p.m.

I'm trying to get past a mental block with my English assignment. I'm supposed to do a critical analysis on how the emotional and physical state of Orlando in Virginia Woolf's Orlando is presented in the given passage. I keep wandering off-track to analyse the passage itself. Screw it, everyone else seems to have finished except me. I do so hate writing essays. I prefer discussions, nice long discussions which wander from topic to topic, go nowhere, and ultimately achieve nothing in particular. I'm not making sense anymore! I attribute this to severe sleep deprivation of late. I shall go back to my damn essay, because I take pride in my work, so it must be done well. Yeah right, like whatever...



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