Its after midnight. I have just ejected The Peachettes from my bedroom. I have been helping Grizelda with a job application despite the turning of hours and the stasis of my essay. This is where I need an agent to act as a buffer between what I must do and what I am doing.
This essay writes itself only in slow deliberate words despite the grasp and stick of concepts and analysis in my surprising brain. What a powerful tool I have sitting up there, if only I could learn how to use it.
This essay writes itself only in slow deliberate words despite the grasp and stick of concepts and analysis in my surprising brain. What a powerful tool I have sitting up there, if only I could learn how to use it.
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