As expected, I let this regular-journal business slip away from me after a few entries, but I'm going to try and keep it up properly from now on. Perhaps every day is ambitious, but every other day should hopefully be manageable... Anyway, we'll see.
As usual, I stressed and cried and cried about work I hadn't done, but I managed; it's a special skill. I'm not proud that I can't make myself start things earlier, but I am proud that I always manage to pull off whatever project it is in such a short time. For one essay, I woke up later than planned, after ten a.m., but I managed to do it and get the one-fifteen bus. I managed it.
It's half four in the morning, I just got back. Me and a couple of other people watched musicals and ate food and laughed so much, and I only just left. I really feel like I accomplished something today. More and more birds are singing and the moon is gold and so beautiful.
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