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Nov. 15th, 2004 01:16 pmTime is a constant source of frustration. While reading, or writing, or actually doing something productive, it flees. While in class, or doing something rather annoying, it drags along as if it's purpose was to torture me. Incredibly annoying.
Furthermore, I'm to read The Tin Flute before tomorrow. I knew I should have started this earlier, but... well... I ended up re-reading another book, instead. And writing. It's quite pleasant, when writing comes along.
And now, off to class. And work. Indirectly.
Furthermore, I'm to read The Tin Flute before tomorrow. I knew I should have started this earlier, but... well... I ended up re-reading another book, instead. And writing. It's quite pleasant, when writing comes along.
And now, off to class. And work. Indirectly.