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Once I classify a module to be a CHORE, it’s dead.
To my mind, soul & self.
Everything about it becomes a CHORE, as dreadful & tedious ever.
And it gets on my nerves. Every single time.

Malfunctioning mind
Resistive soul
Procrastinative self

I can’t help it.
It has to be the worst-prepared semester ever.
I blame it on the cold, not once, not twice but three times in a row.
I take that as a valid excuse for the slow moving pace.

All in all, I deserve it.
Pun intended.

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