I think that the best I can do is three A's and one C. The worst is two A's, one B, and a D.
I am largely apathetic as to how this turns out.
I just had the most vile and inhuman weekend of my life. I was dancing along the edge of earthly existence, almost. I worked about 36 hours between Thursday and Sunday, got unreasonably drunk on Friday and Sunday evenings, and woke up yesterday at 11AM with the most (superlative) (superlative) hangover ever to be experienced by humankind. And it was move-out day, and I had two hours to do it.
It didn't happen by the time it was supposed to (1PM). In fact, it didn't totally end until about 2AM last night, after having organized the kitchen in my new house (which is banging), and organizing my clothing (about a third stays in Oxford this summer), and inducing vomiting. N. College Dropout is going to (superlative) (superlative).
I crashed at Steve's and Mike's, and I think I'm going to be living on this couch for the week.
Last night, we talked about the future of Mlergwa until about 4AM.
I am happy to be doing nothing.
...Like the American and Iraqi governments!
And now for politics!