Currently at the mercy of my SGC, Bio PSOW, History SPS essay, 风铃 article, 敬拜方式 II, all of which I must fulfill with quality before my IOC, which is in less than five days. And I thought the worst nights had come to pass. Progress is slow. This is desperately worrisome. About 20 more extracts to go. Not writing in complete sentences. One big fat paragraph of disconnected prose. Just heard the thunder reverberate - twice in five minutes. It is oddly comforting, probably because an impending rain is really the least of my vexations now. I hope it purges the air of the rancid smoke which has been just singeing my sclera and sandpapering my throat over the past seven hours or so. That's one good it can do. The joy of the Lord is my _________. Not that easy to fill in the blank now, eh?
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