12 pages...it's 4am...starting to feel more and more screwed again. i don't know what to include, or what not to include. i should just start including everything. i hate writing this paper. my brain is starting to want to shut off, and i'm starting to not make any sense. i only need to do this for thirteen more hours or so, then it'll all be over and i can go to sleep and life will be just fine.
i can't stand this. i can't do work this quarter, and tonight's no exception. (or, this morning, i guess...) i wish some of my friends were here, so i could go talk to them, but alas...they all left about three hours ago, leaving me here all by my lonesome in the library. they're all sleeping now. i'm envious.