Some time in the not so long distant past, I really really wanted to finish up my thesis this spring.
Now I just don't care.
The only reason I drag myself out of bed and to work is because I really don't know what else to do with myself.
Meanwhile, my whole body seems to be lashing out.
But hey, what the heck.
Libya has been under the rule of a psychopath - slash - fashion victim for the past what... two hundred years?
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