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that wonderful, particular, creative feeling

my thesis, not including title page, table of contents, etc. is 87 pages long. Just three pages short of the maximum length.

So now it goes to CN, my reader, who will hopefully not hate it but merely mark it up with proofing marks.

If she hates it or otherwise wants major revisions, I am in trouble.



the rest of this entry has been deleted because, upon review, it seemed pointless.

The real point is that I'm a month away from graduation and even though I feel scared and as if I really am not much better a writer than when I started, well there's not much I can do about that except to keep writing.

Screw everyone else.

Yes, I really am this bitter.

7:41 pm - 11.13.04

sounds: "Stormy Weather"
words:
i am:

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