January 11, 1984

Aagh!

My whole body is in agony. I've been banging my brains out for the English Lit final tomorrow. We only have one question, and we know what it is: Outline the entire semester!

So now I've got an outline written. I just have to memorize it for the test. Sigh.

Well, I'd better stop now and get this fuckin' well over with.

(Begin playing The Funeral March by Brahms or Chopin or whoever.)

Goodnight.