I had a bit of an orgasm when i finally got T.S. Eliot and his religo-annoying prattling drama out of my life. But frankly getting rid of the biggest essay of this semester early on has left me in a void of not caring about anything. I've got about 100 lines of Pinter to memorize, Research on more obscure british people to pear down to some perfect
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