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"A portrait of Molly, once a week, every week, in 2013."

Yesterday at Lillie's birthday bbq, Molly lasted all day without a nap! Not so good for us when she woke up at 6.15 this morning. She's the type of girl who- the more she sleeps, the more she sleeps. I promise not to forget how you held my hand in Gangan's car. It's the sweetest thing, your little paw. 

I finished my dissertation 3am thursday night, I'm so unhappy with it/happy it's over/wanting to start it again. I didn't answer my own internal challenges through it, which was my personal aim. And I didn't make myself proud. Though I did make myself cry at the end. I daren't read it back, it's too late and it will kill me. I suppose I'm never going to feel proud about any piece of writing. I never do, but at this moment I wish I could go back six months. It's so odd, I've been wishing them away for such a long time! Then again if I did I'd probably live at the library, and one thing I can say about this final year is despite studying working and having a (bit) of a social life, my family time has never suffered. And that's most important. I'll read it back when I've graduated. Maybe. I have two essays left, 3000 words for tomorrow, 2000 for Thursday. Then, then I am going to sleep. Really really sleep. And clean! Oh my god, my house will be so clean. 

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