I'm really glad I'm not in Bayside High anymore during these hot days. The publications office would be like a sauna even when it was 70 degrees -- I can't imagine what today must've been like in that Depression-era death trap. That building might be one big H-shaped suicide booth like from Futurama ( Read more... )

I haven't gone to fight practice in two weeks thanks to being really tired after Saturday events, particularly Mudthaw last week. Simply put, I don't have enough stamina to get up at 9 in the morning (after coming home at 1:15) and drag myself to practice, even to sit around and shoot the breeze. Something tells me I would have tried to whack at ( Read more... )