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Last grocery run of the semester, my little fridge full of various high-protein substances. Big pasta dinner to celebrate having gotten some middling amount of work done today. Gonna conk out now, get myself a decent nine hours before I wake up at 3 to do some more.

Ten days left in the semester. Feeling good. Fed, rested. Like I have perspective on the whole thing without having ceased to care entirely. Now let's see if all of this translates into actual work. I hope it does.