Well that went completely off the rails. Shit.

I can’t already be in panic mode over next semester. I’ll die.

Holy shit that should not have been that hard.

Never underestimate the power of denture cleaner.

This is a completely unreasonable amount of reading. This is insane.

It’s like getting gas at night instead of in the morning on your way to work.

New tattoo!

I really don’t know how I’m going to do this. I may not survive this semester.

I think when it’s over I deserve an actual vacation. Like going somewhere and doing absofuckinglutely nothing.

We all know that isn’t going to happen.

That information is readily and publicly available, child.

Man I hope this is all less confusing next year. Sheesh.

I think I’m cold. I need to take a walk. And then I’ll definitely be cold.

I need food.

I don’t know why that chair is so squeaky, but it’s annoying as fuck. Stop moving!

Of course it’s all bullshit.

I think we collectively blocked this event from our memories because not a single one of us wants to be involved in it.

That was really a lot more blood than I would have expected from a paper cut.

Well I survived that I guess.

May seems so far away. I guess that’s a good way to bookend this semester though.

platypi

That seems profoundly disingenuous, but you do you.

see ya