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Yesterday I really did have the intention to write. I started twice, but I had so much work to do, I never got around to it. Yesterday I called out of work to work on it (shame, shame), and I hadn't finished until around 1:30 this morning, so I figured I'd just wait until this afternoon to get one in. I worked on my two papers, both of them leave something to be desired. Every time I start to do something, all I can think about is fixing them, and I just want to stop. It's awful.

My brother came home last night, which was fun. He's rarely ever home, and he's never home without his girlfriend (who I love), but it was really nice to see him yesterday. I got up at seven today to get here an hour early to work on my presentation. I have to work on that now actually. My class starts in an hour, and I want to have images inserted into my paper to make it a little longer (also because we're supposed to). I wont include all of them. At some point before next Tuesday, I have to get them images from the JStor articles, about 15, and then I can put it all together. I can't wait to be done.

I am so so so so so excited for Thanksgiving. Basically just the parade. I don't know why, but I live for it. Once August rolls around I get so excited. I think it is just always the same. It's like a lingering piece of childhood. LOVE IT. I'm also really looking forward to having so much time off with barely anything to do. All I have to do is work on the presentation (which will be kind of fun) and interview a family friend about her job. Win.

So anyway, maybe I'll write another one later. I have to get back to work.