Twelve hours with no time on my own has, I think, fried my brain. I passed through the stage where it’d mounted up so much that everything in the world felt like an irritation; and now, I think, there’s nothing for it but to sleep with the hope of tomorrow’s revision in sight.
Kentucky Fried Brain
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