Gods . . . I'm angry.
Tuesday was . . . disapointing. True, it could've been worse. I could've had Trisa's day. Her day looked like it was far worse than mine, poor dear.
Now I am, once again, drinking a Mountain Dew whilst making a blog entry. Now it's almost an hour later than last night's, though. I'm making progress.
I'm supposed to be reading the miller's tale from Cantabury Tales at the moment. But I don't feel like it. I haven't been good for much lately. Feeling sludgy.
I typed up more of chapter 71 one to-day, but otherwise got little done.
I'm currently tired of the human condition.
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