I wouldn't wish the frustration of research on my worst enemy. I'm supposed to commit 10 hours a week to research, which wouldn't be a problem except that scheduling things and getting in contact with people is impossible. I know nothing. I'm stumbling around in the dark trying to feel my way around and I keep stepping on people's toes and getting
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Now if we can call "fuck" a state of mind, I guess one could say that's the state of mind I live in. RDRR.
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