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At this time of the night, I just feel a rush of blood to my head. 

I get so tired of reading all the sociological shit that I start to think of random things to lighten the weight of information I just take in.

And I get really silly and sad.

And all I want to do is to go home.

And I can’t go home. Because I haven’t finished what I started.

So now I am going to finish this field report. And go home, smoke hookah, and read Neruda. And pass out.

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