Dear subconscious,
I am no longer in college. Please stop giving me dreams where either a) I've never attended a class for a whole semester and then decide to show up for the final exam or b) I have a paper due. NO MORE PAPERS. NO. MORE.
No love,
ignited In other news, snow day means writing and the microwave's making funny noises and might explode sometime this week. Huh. It also means I continue to mourn the daily crack from
scans_daily, especially as I started reading comic-y things again. Guess that means I should finally read the rest of Watchmen this week, yes?