...it's a Monday. We bow down to the power of the deans.
15 days, 5 finals, and a lot of cleaning and packing to do, least of all includes laundry and figuring out when I should do it because if I have to have the things packed by Thursday and I have two finals on Wednesday and I have to go to work on Tuesday....
Erf. This. This is why we have agendas, helpful or as unhelpful as they may be, they are now a deeply ingrained habit (for better or for worse).
On the other note, I feel like parts of my brain should be diseased. Very specific parts. Broca's aphasia, to be exact, and I'm blaming you, Annie.
Insanity may be contagious, but I prefer the low-level radiation over a long period of time as opposed to the sudden over-the-head whack approach.
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*bows* You know that all that blame just encourages me right? It's quite the power trip, all this brain destroying.
I take it you won't be naming your firstborn Ineffabella then?
--Annie
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