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as if life weren't fun enough already, Glyndwr needs $300 worth of work done to the front axle. what fun. i'll be taking him by Long Shop eventually, to see what they have to say.
grr. march is going to be lean pickings indeed. with this i'll probably have to borrow money from my parents to pay for the March tuition debit.
dammit.
kernighan and ritchie, here i come.
and v-day is tomorrow, and i still haven't gotten the cds all burnt. maybe over the weekend. things keep sliding. dammit.
although "party of one" would make an excellent name for the cd, now that i think about it.

Requiem

Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he long'd to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

--Robert Louis Stevenson

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bah. this paper is crap. complete and utter crap. total crap. crap on a stick.
i was writing along quite happily when i suddenly realised that what i was writing was a report, not a paper. so i hurriedly slapped a thesis onto it, and hope that it will suffice.
jeez, i'm tired. and i have to get up in the morning and finish this thing, unless i finish it before i crash, in which case i have to get up later in the morning so i get enough sleep, and then proofread the thing if i can stand to reread it.