I'm so fucking blank right now. And still I'm obliged to write my Psychology exam tomorrow. I've just produced 13 (hic!) pages of conspect and ... I don't think I know anything. Blank. Empty. Meaningless. Inaccessible. Blunt. Overproduced. Inefficient. Irrational. Senseless.
Yet there's hope. One week to go and I've put an end to it, for now.
[Bonobo - Sleepy Seven]
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