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[stormdog]

I've got three quarters of my required word count done and I think I really will, as the professor told us we would, have trouble condensing everything I want into it once I'm done. Tonight I wrote about filling station owners who demolished hundred and thirty food sections of curb to make driveways, a city manager who wrote the city attorney to ask whether female police officers were actually entitled to pensions (I guess 'cause they were, y'know, girls), and of landlord whose toilet had defective plumbing, creating an "unhealthful situation" where "waste matter finds its way over the premises". And I haven't even made it to the so-unbelievable-it-has-to-be-true St. Coletta's School for Backward Children yet.

*sighs* But I am way tired. I'm not as far along as I wanted to be, but I think I'm far along enough to feel ok. G'night world.