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There's yellow post-its and black pens on my desk, looking like a bumble bees cacophony of studious dribbles. All I want to do is watch The Holy Mountain that Rachel let me borrow, and get high, of course. Stoney Stoney McStoney. But I shall study a bit more like a good little Bailey.

9am Neurolinguistics Final tomorrow-- shoot me in the head. I've been studying for 7 hrs straight and I still feel like failing is a possibility. How disconcerting. That's a good word: disconcerting.