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Thusday 11/09/00
6:00 A.M. - The overcast sky is mirrored in the pool of water filling the hollow worn by fifty years of footfall into the top front stair of Byrd Hall, and it is not as cold as I expected it would be. Today will be a day suffered through without sleep.
later - The day was suffered without sleep. I came back from attending all my classes (though GN461 at 2 p.m. was a bitch) at about 4 p.m., crawled into bed, and went to sleep. Then I was awakened at 9 p.m. for skit practice.
I got nothin'.
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