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friday, march 6, 1998, 03:29

The night, already so long, goes on longer still. I've got so much to do. Pretty much dug myself into a hole with this one, what with a project for my english class due and a lighting design also due. Tomorrow. Today, actually. You know, a couple of hours from now. Which translates to no sleep for me. Which translates into me being a dumbass. But a dumbass who has to finish his work because it's his own fault that he's in this situation right now.

05:50

I'll be heading off to Dunkin Donuts in 10 minutes. The sky is turning that deep shade of blue which indicates that it's moving from that realm of being really late at night to the time when it becomes really early in the morning. Even worse, it now means that it's officially tomorrow, or rather, today is tomorrow which means that all the work that I've been doing all night is now due today.

And it's still not finished.

Of course, not like i can really tell when the light changes since I'm sitting under my oh-so-fantastic bright white dorm lighting which casts no shadows and is rather grating on the eyes. Regardless, I know I'm really at the state of being able to do no work when the best thing I can find to do with my time is to complain about the lighting in my room instead of focusing on working on the lighting plot that has to be done for six hours from now.

Maybe I'll just draft what I have now.

Argh.


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