Me.
Now I'm burning incense while listening to Elliott Smith. It's like I've created a mini alter (or funeral pyre) to the hatred of my thesis. ...
... OK, never mind. I will be snuffing the incense out as it is suffocating me. Can't anyone be allowed to suffer in peace anymore?
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
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