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Finished all the shiznit for Soc. theory class aroundabouts 8:30. Called CJ office, and it wasn't much help. Technically, the internship papers are due on the last day of finals (tomorrow) but no one will be in the office to give my paper to and Dr. Ross won't be in. Karen (the office assistant) suggested that I hand it in today to be on the safe side, but also said that I could slip it under the CJ office door--but she doesn't know exactly when Dr. Ross will receive it.
Because I've been up all fucking night and I'm dead fucking tired, I'm going to go take a nap for a coupla hours, then get back to work. I don't know if I'll get finished in time to hand it in before the CJ office closes or not. However, if I try to continue to work at this point, I don't think much of what I have to say will make sense. Hopefully the nap will give me the ol' "second wind". I guess that means I'm "throwing caution to the wind" and taking a chance on the paper being considered "late" by putting it under the office door. Right about now, I say--Fuckit. I'm gonna crash now.
Because I've been up all fucking night and I'm dead fucking tired, I'm going to go take a nap for a coupla hours, then get back to work. I don't know if I'll get finished in time to hand it in before the CJ office closes or not. However, if I try to continue to work at this point, I don't think much of what I have to say will make sense. Hopefully the nap will give me the ol' "second wind". I guess that means I'm "throwing caution to the wind" and taking a chance on the paper being considered "late" by putting it under the office door. Right about now, I say--Fuckit. I'm gonna crash now.
