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Oh my god, my BRAIN HAS EXPLODED.

*Stares blankly at Word doc.*

I just need to finish this paragraph. Conclusion can wait till tomorrow, maybe, along with the OTHER ESSAY I HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED OH GOD.

I need to change the title, too. More witches, less general superstition because I HAVE DONE NOTHING ON THAT.

Capslock cannot help me. Breathe. ajsdkgdlslhan.

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*Cracks up*

I love my coursework really. Yes I do.

This apparent fear is exemplified in an example taken from the Malleus Maleficarum by Oldridge that relates an alleged incident whereby a man who had ‘lost his member’ – evidently a euphemism for impotence – and went to see the witch who he believed had stolen it; and, hilariously, was bade take whichever one he wanted from a nest up in one tree, except for the biggest, as that belonged to the parish priest.

Hee hee hee. Oh, Kramer and Sprenger. You adorable morons.

It's possibly wrong of me to be imagining them as an older, more misogynistic Sam and Dean Winchester.

But can't you just see that being one of the monster of the week mythology chats? And Sam's all serious about how they feed off sexual frustatration, and Dean's all 'Dude, that's sick,' and Sam's all 'we shouldn't even be here, we're supposed to be finding Dad, so we can get Jess and Mom's killer,' and Dean's not even listening any more because this hot waitress is walking by, and she totally turns out to be the witch.

Wouldn't it be awesome?

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Alas, my last cakey thing. They were tasty. Little vanilla sponge thingers, with chocolate on the top. Mmm.

Also, out of coffee. I may have to actually leave the house tomorrow, and get more.

But it's okay! I'm sort of on track with these essay things, if I can just get another couple paragraphs done tonight. Then tomorrow, a couple more on this one, and a conclusion for the other one, and I'm done.

I can totally do that. The more pressure, the better I work.

And then! I will be goin g home for the weekend, but I can have AIM again! I have not broken my vow to run away from it!

It's okay. It's going to be okay.

EDIT: Not entirely sure why housemate thinks she needs my permission to have a bath. Seeing as, you know, it's her parents' house... *Shrug*