The answer is, of course, to write an essay about it. It’s way past midnight, and I have painfully squeezed out half of the four pages necessary.
The fact that I’m complaining shows how little work I’ve done here (and it also explains why my mom says that I don’t have enough classes).
All that aside, all I want is a damn cup of coffee, not just a teaspoon.
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