Endgame...
School is over once again. Third year has come and gone in something rather equivalent to a one million candle light to the eyeballs, accompanied by a kick in the ass.
I graduate next year. This... terrifies me.
But onto the arts.
This isn't going to bring the clients flocking to my door or anything, but I still like it. =/
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Ugh. Only a few more hours, and then I get to sleep. Seventy-some hours awake is far too long...