Done! Done with the huge, ugly James Joyce paper. It took forever and it wasn't worth it. It will take me a year to even be able to think about picking up one of his books.

Thankfully, I'm now able to listen to my normal rotation of music. Yes, thank you for your prayers and thoughts - I'm able to move past Madonna.

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Me: Hi, my name is Keith and I'm a popaholic.
The group (almost in unison): Hi, Keith.
Me: It's been ten hours since I last listened to 'Don't Tell Me'.
Applause.
Me: But I did listen to a little Sheryl Crow...
A few gasps and groans...
Me:...and I know that she's not officially pop, but I'm feelin' kinda defeated.
Demure girl with sweet smile: Don't worry, every day is progress.
Applause

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Now I just have to read up on modern, electronic Marxism for my last 8 pager of the class...my last paper of my Bachelors...sniff sniff. It's due tomorrow night at 11:59pm (web class). I want to have it done by 5pm, so I can go pahr-tay w/ Braden and Nicole.