Take My Finals, Please
Italian Renaissance final at eight-fucking-AM tomorrow, and I feel like such a whiny baby. Make it stop...
The reading for graduating seniors is tomorrow night. It'll be the first one we've attended sober (with the exception of my publication party for PGR) in like... months. Jesus.
Okay, 8AM? Fucking seriously?
The reading for graduating seniors is tomorrow night. It'll be the first one we've attended sober (with the exception of my publication party for PGR) in like... months. Jesus.
Okay, 8AM? Fucking seriously?