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Wednesday, February 28, 2007

One last day.
One last deep breath.
One last shot at it.

Very alarmed by the amount of stuff that's been leaking out of my brain, and I really mean it. I know, I know ... lack of repetition, lack of reinforcement at 1 hour, 24 hours, and 7 days (still remember this junk, Montyelm?) Well, it's too late now. And it's hard enough covering all that ground without finding even more time to repeat stuff.

Had a major fright last night, I unearthed a set of notes which I *thought* I had finished, but apparently not. And guess what? It's about HIV. i.e. If this comes out for the essays, I'd be screwed. Stayed up late forcing the stuff down my gut with tears streaming down my face.

Haha .. not. The dramatics! But it did feel like that.

Wenky
11:05 AM
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