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I didn't go to the uni today. I decided to stay home and do my essay on 'Mrs. Dalloway'. I have to turn it in on Friday, and all my vacation I did nothing and now I'm fretting over the fact that I'll be pretty much fucked. I've been at it for about 5 hours now and I barely wrote one page out of the four mandatory ones. I decided to write about the despair and horror in the book, but I didn't like the book and I'm trying to be as objective as possible and I'm just wanking my brain.
Maybe I should take a little walk and clear my head. The trees leafed out and the apricot trees' flowers bloomed ..yeah I think I'm going to head out a bit ..and then return to my horror.