and wishing that I could rewind the past weekend and be standing in the middle of a mass of people listening to the glory. And then I'd still have three days ahead of me to work on my thesis. And the hope that I'd actually work on my thesis.
What have I accomplished?
Nothing.
Not a damn thing. Unless staring at my computer screen trying to rescue the Osherow chapter counts for something. Which it doesn't.
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