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Tuesday, April 10, 2007 

Almost physical pain

There is no experience in the world like realising, at 5 am, that even though you thought you were done revising (and revising and revising) your MA Seminar paper both for final submission and for presentation at a conference the next day (I have to be up at 8, and that's sleeping in), the wrong date is at the top of every page in the file. So you have to turn on the computer and wait for everything to boot up again just to fix that one piddling thing.

I'm going to die tomorrow.

Good luck today man.

good luck sir.

Thanks guys! Aside from some problems in the morning (see above) it went great.

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