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and then our exile

Tuesday, April 13, 2004 at 3:49 p.m.

Since Maghrib yesterday: one and a half hours of sleep caught on the carpet next to this desk; one bowl of onion soup; three pieces of bread with cheese; innumerable fruit bars and prunes; three cups of coffee; one cup of tea; two phone calls; seven emails; a lot of time spent reading the same things over and over; various half-conversations; hours and hours at this desk of physics and biology, punctuated only by bathroom breaks and intermittent stretching, and now, with a body running on leftover adrenaline and a mind on slow motion, i face an exam in seventeen hours.
Oh, glorious me. and subhanAllah for various stuffs.

and then our exile

Tuesday, April 13, 2004 at 3:49 p.m.

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