there are times when i just feel so infinitely incompetent, miserable, and utterly inept. Like now. something's very wrong with me - i can't offer anything for a 1500-word history essay. And i really mean can't.
February: 28 days.
I feel cheated of at least a good two days. I can almost feel premature March springing up ahead, ready to pounce on me the minute Feb becomes past - because the multiple (early) March-datelines are breathing down my neck, before the feb ones are even settled. Lovely.
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