I am loaded up in pent up anger, discomfort and rage for this political science theory paper. I have four chocolate cupcakes in my system and a tub of distaste for Rousseau and his discourses. I am so mad, I despise school, it must stop. I don't even know what I'm supposed to be writing about. Something about Rousseau, pity and his thick book of discourses.
I am typing this out to let loose the typing frenzy that is about to occur.
I'm really hungry for some chicken right now, so I sent someone out to go get it for me. I've made a promise to not have a bite of chicken unless I have at least three pages written out. Food always gets me places.
I have 12 hours, I'll see you on the other side. With my chicken. And mashed potatoes.
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