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Dazed & Confused.

And not in a good way.

I have an essay to write for my Anthropology & Gender Theory class. But I don’t know where to start, or how to get the engine up and chugging.

I’m staring at the hideously scrawled prep notes in front of me that swing from Day to Cruikshank, from Steedman to Gilsanen… and I don’t know how I’m going to put these flying thoughts of mine in a coherent, academicky fashion that would not have my lecturer think I’m daft. Looks like a long night for me.

My first essay as a Master’s student. Goodbye, days of abusing Wikipedia and GoogleBooks references.

And on the note of propping those falling eyelids up, I don’t even drink coffee.

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