There's much to tell, but not much to say. Isn't that bizarre?
I've begun writing and reading again lately. With the final paper turned in (23 minutes before it was due, thankyouverymuch) on Wednesday, life has eased up a little, academic-wise. Thus far, I've written for several hours, and am plowing my way through James Joyce's DublinersWill--I
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