{ I love his one little arm. }

Am in a bad mood re: the research skills group editor. Some of it is blatantly my fault; some of it is guilt-mongering on her part. I hate dealing with this sort of crap.

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The essay has gone well. I started writing on Thursday, wrote most of it yesterday and a little more today. Have finally finished typing up what I've written and the current word count is 1,400 words. My conclusion will be c. 200 words, so that brings the count up to 1,600, which means I have to write 200-300 words tomorrow to actually finish the essay. Which is a shame and a pain because I really wanted to get this done today and be done with it, but it's 23.40 now and that's not going to happen before midnight.

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Omigod, omigod, OH MY GOD. T has the first four seasons of Six Feet Under, for the win! Yet tomorrow will be spent (a) essaying&research skills-ing, (b) watching Numb3rs, (c) watching Prison Break and (d) writing drabbles. BUT SHE HAS THEM AND SHE IS SHARING.

Also, after Monday, I can basically relax for a while. It's the last week of term and then I have four weeks off. Admittedly, during that time I have to do an annotated bibliography which entails having to come to some sort of decision on my dissertation topic, but it also means that I can go home. Have just spoken to T who is going to London on Friday to meet her parents; I'm thinking I can take the bus with her and then grab a train home to P. Hopefully. I need this break so bad. Since I came back off the exam break I've been working damn hard.

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There was other stuff to be said but it can wait until tomorrow. I have been attacked by Housemates. Sigh. The life of a student. lolz.