Nine days.
Mexican food.
Twenty-five hours from now the Contracts final will be over.
This is my solace.
Happy birthday to my sister!
I must run.
UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CONTRACTS.
UGH.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
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Where are we? Geographically, somewhere in the Northern Hemisphere.
Socially, on the margins. And narratively, with some ways to go.
-The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus
1 comment:
I feel your pain, darlin'...I'm at ten hours and counting for my own personal Contracts hell called Biostatistics.
Good luck on your finals and Happy Holidays!
Robin.
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