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Fuck. Fuck. I've been suspended from the wireless network. And you know why? Because my STUPID WINDOWS VISTA screwed me over so I don't have a word processor so I have to write my papers on GoogleDocs so I have to download them constantly to check how I'm doing on pages.

THAT'S why.

I have sent a frantic but restrained e-mail to the abuse team asking that they restore my access, but, uh, you may not see much of me for the next 45 days.

FUCK.

Fuck this, I'm getting coffee. I can't think straight right now, and I have thirteen more fucking pages to right today. God damn it.

in which i eschew grammar

aaaaaaagh so sick of analyzing macbeth and i still have another page to write

send help

and drabble ideas

want to write more fun stuff not dumb analysis :( have ideas for nita and epimetheus and kim and tom and a dream sequence for valerie and would much rather be writing those than papers

tangentially why is it that old big band love songs fit a character from 2018 best?

possibly i should have a tag for these weekend spam posts that just boil down to "I HATE WRITING PAPERS"

[via e-mail, because I'm too lazy to log out and in again]

Here's a bitch of a sentence:
In this case, though, the colonizing force taking land from the commoners
was not an invading people, but the burgeoning ideology and practice of
capitalism (Linebaugh 16).

I don't know if I love writing sentences like that or can't believe I
inflict sentences like that on people.