| Fuck Me |
[Aug. 19th, 2007|04:31 pm]
Young Geoffrey
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Procrastinating like a son-of-a-bitch. Essay not likely to surface today.
Piece is 90% done, and I re-wrote the first two paragraphs, then found myself paralyzed. Fear of success or fear of failure? Or something else?
God only knows (which means no one does).
God damn, this is frustrating. |
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