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Captain's Log, stardate: a random string of numbers.
All of my finals are tomorrow, I haven't slept since Monday, I bought a clearance pumpkin pie, and I've spent the last two days reading terrible manga online and writing terrible lovecraftian horror.
Sleep now, then studying, then school, then sleep again, then work.
It is friggin' cold outside, and just to exit an empty parking lot that just happened to be on an incline, I had to perform some sort of dangerous lot-spanning slingshot maneuver to build ice-clearing momentum. Not exactly my idea of a fun time.
All of my finals are tomorrow, I haven't slept since Monday, I bought a clearance pumpkin pie, and I've spent the last two days reading terrible manga online and writing terrible lovecraftian horror.
Sleep now, then studying, then school, then sleep again, then work.
It is friggin' cold outside, and just to exit an empty parking lot that just happened to be on an incline, I had to perform some sort of dangerous lot-spanning slingshot maneuver to build ice-clearing momentum. Not exactly my idea of a fun time.