only one essay left, but it’s due next week and i am having a stall at the camberwell market on sunday AND turn a year older on monday (timing: sheesh).
clearly i need to stop learning the lyrics to ‘harder than you think‘ (true) and start writing my essay which – of course – is proving harder that i thought it would be (SO true). is there a god of irony? if there is, i hate that dude.
wish me luck.
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