It is 3:36 AM and I sit here at my jerker desk from Ikea, listening to the most painfully boring music I've ever heard. And yet I have to know every single note for my music history class and be able to give a brief (keyword being brief) analysis on each piece. I've never heard so many drones and leaping fifths in my life, and yet here I sit, painfully listening to each one. The most annoying part about this situation is not the music itself, but how I have to learn it all now because I can't pay attention in class because it's so difficult to stay awake in. I have a good two pages of notes, and those were all from the first half of the first day of class before I succumbed to unconsciousness via the smooth melismatic sounds of Richard Crocker's interpretations of what he believed gregorian chants originally sounded like.
It is now 3:57 and I have not done anything since I typed that last sentence.
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