Heya hiya. Yeah, I'm working on a miserable fucking paper right now - truly hellish. This George Eliot must be the worst author in history and I have to write 10 pages expounding on her genius plot development and early feminism and on and on. Victorian literature is by and large wordy and irrelevent in our day and age. To hell with it, give me modernism. I've got a good 2 pages down now, and I need another 8 by tomorrow at 2:00 and I think it may come down to that. Oh well, bon nuit and wish my luck whoever actually reads this pap.

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