And so on.
Midterms are this week, they are absolutely horrible. I received a package from Chuck Palahniuk yesterday containing a rubber duck, a signed packet of forget-me-not flowers, a signed box containing a homemade necklace that reads "From Chucky P to Justin Sheppard," a bean bag dog (my power animal), a box of chocolates, a heart ring, a signed copy of Fight Club, a rubber check, a temporary tatoo, and a two page personalized letter (it mainly explained what each stone on the necklace means). I went to get Debbie's car fixed today--they couldn't fix it. The front two tired are wrecked very badly and it's going to cost $250 to fix instead of $60 now--Save-A-Lot needs to call ASAP.