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What the hell did I think I was doing?

I mean, I just went through the previous issues again just because, and they were brilliant. Brilliant. And I'm failing everything (this is actually not an exaggeration) and I still do not have a work ethic and I cannot write things like plot and dialogue and what the hell did I think I was doing? I don't like Real Madrid enough to be stuck with them for two months. Hell, I don't like Real Madrid. What kind of a self-professed cule am I?

But I know what I want to do, sort of, for a given value of knowing what to do, and for the past few whatevers I've been doing nothing but writing Cristiano Ronaldo and, well. Nothing I can do about it now.

I'm done for.