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so, why doesn't life just stop when it does.
like, come on: i'm in pain. i can't write this paper because i'm not feeling well. it's not physically possible! especially when i need to bring the books back today. argh. and life just shouldn't go on--it'd be nice to put it all on hold and crawl into bed for a week till it's over... or maybe i can crawl into bed till it's over and while i'm there life will continue nicely without my important presence: someone will volunteer to wash dishes saturday night so i can go to sheffield, someone will go downtown for me and pick something to research for medieval mediterranean (no, i'm not ranting and raving about that class yet, the paper's not due for a week)... hhmm what else is there. oh yeah, call garden grove and let them know i've got somewhere else to work...
and when there's so many things i could be doing instead...like sleeping...and sleeping, and yeah i could do with some more sleep...
it's not even true--i wouldn't be able to sleep. i guess anything other than max ernst is good to take the mind off things i don't want to think about. like max ernst. don't get me wrong: great guy! wonderful artist--just too bad writing a paper can be so difficult...
anyways, my mom just got back last night from her weekend out with my aunts, and she left this morning with my two brothers, my sister, and three other kids for virginia and they're not back till thursday. i'm stuck with the newspapers, i bet (oops, i'm not getting home till late tomorrow night, shuckers dude you're not getting a paper) but the house is empty! (dad's around..working..) and messy, i kind of want to clean...but this paper is calling...and my bed is calling even louder...sigh.
the end is near...