Time for the last Christmas Vespers performance… Thank god! (see what I did there?)
Despite being rushed and that it probably contains bullshit, completing this research paper was oddly satisfying. I await my A, professor…
Do you have a huge sleep debt? Is your circadian rhythm virtually nonexistent? Not getting those delta waves? You may be a college student.
Finishing up a bad presentation on bad data from a bad study. Tonight’s going to be pretty… Well… Y’know.
Dry hands: like their ostracized cousin, dry mouth, easily remedied. Luckily, not as disgustingly offensive, either.
A proposition of true genius: let’s keep the air conditioning going in 45°F weather.
Dear Breakfast: I just ate you half an hour ago. Why am I so hungry again? This is why I hate you, breakfast. You’re so unsatisfying.
A familiar musk, the thumping of bass through the floor, carpet stains in a carpetless elevator… Ahhhh… Dorm sweet dorm.
Oh wow, you’ve got some great legs there… What? I’m just talkin’ about this Cabernet Sauvignon Merlot…
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