the last three days have been absolutely exhausting, physically, emotionally, mentally... typing even a sentence of my vic lit paper was like wringing out my brain, and it had very little to give. never have i struggled so much writing a paper, and in the end, it was half a page short and seven hours late. and for what? probably a B.
i said this in the beginning of the semester, i don't care if i get a B or two, and here it is, the end of the semester, and i'm probably looking at two. and i do care. just a little. not because i'm a grade freak. well, okay, i'm a little bit of a grade freak. but it's okay. i'm getting over it.
but if i had not done such extensive research, i would not know that victorians found a cure for the artificial anus, were obsessed with the uterus, and invented intricate belts to serve as anti-masturbation devices for both men and women. you can learn a lot scanning microfilm in dirac.
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