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I have contracted a nasty case of short-timer's disease. I have one more hard paper to do, and it's theoretically due on Saturday. Plus, we have to do a presentation about it. I'm having a hell of a time getting going on it. My concentration is nil. I worked for hours this morning and ground out two paragraphs, which I subsequently realized I don't need and can't use. I say it's "theoretically due" on Saturday because I wrote and told her I've been sick; she said if I want an extension I'll need a doctor's note, which I got. Thing is, I don't know how long an extension this is for. I'm having a hell of a time even trying to care. The kicker is that this paper is HALF my grade for the semester. Oops, can't just blow that one off. Even if I were willing to say screw graduating this semester and flunk the course, I"d just have to do it again because this class is not optional. Nope. Gotta do this. It's like pulling teeth.

Okay.

Okay, I'll bite.

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