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:: Wednesday, April 09, 2003 ::

Done that, what's next?
Two midterms, one day, no sleep. I'm still running on routine, really. I'm set of polishing off a problem set or two before going comatic tonight. Naturally, there's orbital concerns besides just simple work, like laundry, like cleaning my floor, like a fucking Declaration of Major form. Yikes. Oh, and there's apt to be an e-haus party this weekend, and I'm apt to DJ. I play the music, I bring the funk.

Remember: I'm sleeping for two! Two nights, two major assignments, two minor ones, my second grade in english, etc...
I also hope I'm not sleeping alone (metaphocially, Love. It's a good remark).

The life is getting back on track. Slowly, and it's in my hands, and I hope I don't fuck it up...I'm trying to make sure Tuesdays like that don't happen unless it's really, actually not my fault.

Back to the Faint, back to nouveau-electro, back to fucking Nebraska.


:: Aziz 11:24 PM [+] ::
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