Well, what I said about being on schedule with my paper is no longer accurate. I've fallen behind. I think it's stage fright, a fear of failure that grips me. I've got the outline staring at me. All that needs to be done is fleshing things out a bit. Gotta just write. Just gotta do that.
And stop wishing it was already Thursday.
Wishing I was in a better position.
That I was done with it already.
Dang it.
I hate it so.
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