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Stumbled to bed at 2 in the morning.
Six hours and five minutes after, my entire day became a mad marathon of wire twirling, sore fingers (occasionally with the help of a pair of pliers) were busy spinning bits of galvanized wire. Two gashes and I-lost-count-of-the-hours later, I was done with a pathetic excuse for my 3D project that bore little resemblence to a human hand. But I was done. Like all mothers would be towards their disastrous flesh and blood, I felt a tinge of accomplishment bubble deep down inside me. Not because of my creation but because myself, I managed to sit down and work on something that has always been afloat at the top of my Procrastination List— homework.
