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Oh, panic attacks, I have not missed you. Self, take a break, take a diazepam, and watch an episode of The West Wing whilst it kicks in and calms you the hell down. And remember, self: it is the first chapter of your first draft of your dissertation. As long as you turn in something, anything, with a vague semblance of a similarity of what you intend it to eventually be, it'll be fine.

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So stay as calm as possible, plot ruin for Trinity's library, but take your time with it. It's a first draft that will most likely have changed a lot by the time you hand it in. And one thing that I've been trying to tell myself a lot these past few days: it's not life nor death. No matter what the lecturers would have us believe.
I'm going to see a preview of The Golden Compass after work next Wednesday, if you want to come? If college is killing you, no worries. Only bit of warning is that you're going to have to cope with me being a spazzing wreak because this film will hopefully be awesome. *crosses fingers*
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Sentences are getting progressively harder as the week goes on, particularly as my few non-working hours are taken up with CSS tinkering and highly hal(lucid)ogenic dreams involving versions of the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good Future that lies in wait for the present!ethereals only set in some sort of Mirrormask-esque environment. TERRIFYING.
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I had to move locations even in the airport because the corner I'd found was getting colder accompanied by the most blood-chilling shriek of wind I'd ever heard in a public place. Also I've been reading Watchmen on the plane...off and on...for 8 hours...so I'm not in the most rational frame of mind anyway. I have to concentrate to avoid Rorschach's speech patterns. ♥!!!
And CSS? :o
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(The History students' upper limit is 10,000! UNFAIR OR WHAT.)