If only
I could wean off caffeine completely.
I could keep my hands off the keyboard.
I could glue my butt onto the chair.
I could glue my eyes to the book then.
I could slap myself hard enough to keep my eyes open wide then.
I could stop daydreaming every now and then.
I could stop generating any boring-until-can-die posts.
I could shake off the nasty feeling.
Nial Wheate could tell us not to study the module notes.
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