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OH MY GODS TODAY I DO NOT BELIEVE IT. I wasted my lunch break to go to the post office to pick up the package I got the package slip for on Saturday, which turned out to be something that my mom had picked up on Friday and therefore was not a) at the post office or b) Daleks, and I had to eat and work at the same time, which sucks.
Naturally, when I hauled my ass home after a long and fruitless day of work, what did I see but another fucking package slip FOR MY DALEKS. FGSFDS OF COURSE. So now I get to waste precious studying time tomorrow to get them and deposit the check from my uncle and I will never get through another hundred-odd pages of fucking French and will do a terrible presentation so fuck it, I am going to wear my shiny-new University of Gallifrey T-shirt and take the Daleks to school with me and if anyone has a problem with it they will be exterminated, THE END.
Oh and I think I got sunburn from reading outside this weekend. GOOD JOB ME.
Naturally, when I hauled my ass home after a long and fruitless day of work, what did I see but another fucking package slip FOR MY DALEKS. FGSFDS OF COURSE. So now I get to waste precious studying time tomorrow to get them and deposit the check from my uncle and I will never get through another hundred-odd pages of fucking French and will do a terrible presentation so fuck it, I am going to wear my shiny-new University of Gallifrey T-shirt and take the Daleks to school with me and if anyone has a problem with it they will be exterminated, THE END.
Oh and I think I got sunburn from reading outside this weekend. GOOD JOB ME.