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Word count: 1437. Less than 600 words of space left and too much to say. Woe. On the plus side it looks like I will actually finish before 3am, though I'm carefully not thinking about the terror of The Footnotes. It's been weird writing an essay not-at-5am. You know, actually being awake enough to see the screen. I really should do it more often.

On the downside, I have no illusions as to how good it is and am wincing at the thought of how much I keep wandering away from the argument without realising but eh. At this point I just want to hand the damn thing in and go home for Easter.

edit: On a routine coffee run, walking into the kitchen to be confronted with four Cypriots, only one of whom will speak to me (and then only when not surrounded by other Cypriots) and one girl who I am close to *convinced* is the devil, which I mean in a non-teasing-Holly sort of way, as in *actually* the devil because she looks *that* terrifying?

Yeah. I'm going to wait an hour before I even think about making dinner.

edit: What's the word for distance in time? Like spacial, except not... or is it? *goes to look it up with a sigh*

edit: Temporal! I knew watching all that Star Trek had taught me something.

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I couldn't work out why I was twitching so much until I realised I've pretty much been writing this essay for around nine hours now, with only a few shiny distractions here and there. I need to go for a walk, check my post, *leave* the goddamn *flat*, just *anything*. I'm twitching like I've had a million expressos, even though I've only had an iced tea and one coffee.

On the plus side? 1,913 words. I'm going to go overlength but hopefully I can keep it down as much as possible.

*twitches*

Swear I'd burn this city down, just to show you the light... or maybe just for the hell of it.

2,176 words. All I have to do now is go through and cut 76 words out, make sure all my sentences make sense and do the footnote referencing correctly instead of the hasty notes I left to remind myself while writing. Almost there. Almost. And I have to hurry because I'm using A's printer to print it -- lack of ink -- and I got the distinct impression she was thinking of going to bed a minute ago.

Sometime tonight I should also eat food. And possibly lie down before I fall down.