I just kind of realized that my last post could be considered semi-offensive. Forgive me? (But it's not offensive if it's true, right?

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Anyway, not to bore everyone with the boring details of my life, but I'm attempting to write a paper on The Merchant of Venice and just cannot muster the motiviation to actually
write it. I know what I want to say in it, but I'm at the point in the semester where I am literally too lazy to page through the book to find citiations. I'm frustrated, PMS-y (uh, sorry Adam, if you're reading), tired, bitchy, and just want to go home.