Ladies and Gents, it is now 7:40 pm as I write this. Quiet time won't be until an hour from now, where I will finally have the program to write (i.e. Microsoft Word). By tomorrow, I have to write two essays: one arguing that Futility by Owen is one kickass poem (which it is) and the other showing how Aristotle, Augustine, and Pico are religious
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