It’s raining tonight. I have a 30 page paper to write. While I generally hate the rain, I like to listen to it while I am writing. In a way, it makes me feel sort of literary. I imagine myself to be something like Edgar Allan Poe writing away to the sound of rain drops on my window. Only, he wrote fiction and prose, and I am writing about global health ethics. Also, I am pretty sure he used a pen and not a Mac. Lastly, he was crazy and I….well……ok, maybe we have that one in common.
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