November 27, 2001 // 7:57 p.m.
Please, you're killing me

I have a 10 minute speech in two days that I haven't even begun revising or practicing. I have a 10 page paper due in two days that I haven't even begun writing. I have a 10 minute presentation that will possibly fall tomorrow or friday. What is it with 10, and why are you all trying to kill me???

Spoons, spoons, all over the floor...

I really don't think I'm gonna make it through the next 15 days successfully. I spend way too much time sleeping, chatting, singing and throwing things at gilman dining, putzing around on my li'l diary. Things are just not going to get done.

Transferring to hiram is looking better and better: the first part of the semester would have been over a couple weeks ago, right when burnout started to set in. And I would only have one class now. Plus now Benjamin's being a booger and transferring would be antagonizing. Which we all know only helps things.

Blaaaah....

You're on your honor 'cause I'm a goner, and you haven't even begun. So do me a favor, if i should waver, be my savior and get out the gun.
Aimee Mann

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