One last complaint on this:
This was such a painful, miserable paper.
(There, I’m done, Nate, promise.)
So many stressful hours (and days of bad-moods-taken-out-on-Nate) later, and that painful research paper is turned in. I never want to see it again. Nate raised a white flag around 11 last night, but I kept staring at mine until one. Pretty sure the two extra hours won’t give me a better grade. Which makes me want to complain again (but I won’t).
This little corner of the library basement and I got pretty serious the last several days.
I’m looking forward to a relational break until my next paper is due…next week.