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“The bitterness of studying is preferable to the bitterness of ignorance.”

-Unknown, at least according to Google Search

            It is 12:45 at night and I have a whole fucking book to read.

            Apparently, I am back to my old habits of wooly-eyed forgetfulness and yellow-highlighter procrastination, old habits etched into my tired brain like the wood-chipping signatures on middle school desks. So here I am, hardcover, over-priced book in one hand, recently microwaved Tupperware full of macaroni and cheese in the other.

            It’s going to be a long night and, armed with a spork and my trusty highlighter, I’m ready for it.