Apr 12, 2005 18:35
So here I sit. In the student center. I can feel my skin wasting away from my poor, frail little bones as I wait not quite so patiently for Emily to finish her work so we can go eat. If you're reading this, Emily, know now that I am holding a grudge because of this.
If you are not Emily and still reading, make note: my patience is practically non-existant. When food is involved, my patience does not even exist. So, go ahead and make me wait for food -- the longer I'm waiting, the more time I'll have to devise a list of fun and creative ways to kill you. Thanks, and have a lovely day.