I have lots to post, but it's 3AM.
3AM I TELL YOU. I NEED TO STUDY TOMORROW. STUDY STUDY STUDY.
Anyone who understands Lacan is my friend. And my enemy.
Don't mind me while I go hallucinate for a while.
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No one understands psychoanalysis jokes. Not even me. Or Freud. He's my un-pleasure.
Eh heh. OK, I have to stop, or I'm going to do that laughy-sobby thing you do when you're somewhere between cleaning and single-handedly robbing a bank with a cheese-grater.
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