Six hours and 4 cups of English tea later, my final project is finally done. I only just finished adding the final touches to it an hour before class.
It felt like a triumph. The sleep I gave up on to make this project possible, however, didn't feel so much like a triumph as an impossible hurdle.
It felt like a triumph. The sleep I gave up on to make this project possible, however, didn't feel so much like a triumph as an impossible hurdle.
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