wretched, bane of my existence, annihilator of my sanity, 25 page paper. due in 11 hours. commence countdown...
monday. 3:48am.
it's not looking good. brain. is. moving. at. the. speed. of. a. sloth...
t minus 5 hours...
we have to pull every unoccupied chair away from the
table to keep her off. now, when i let her up, she behaves.
most of the time.
and i fall asleep. shit.
t minus 3.5 hours...
just as i begin to believe the headers
on my paper are really ARE trying to kill me,
my shrub calls...
"whatcha doin'?"
"plotting ways to murder the running head on my paper. why?"
"haha. dude, you know they closed unr today, right?"
"WHAT?"
"yeah...haven't you checked your email?"
"no! i've been trying to finish this damn paper!"
"hmm. well now you don't have to."
"thank you, i feel enlightened."
"no problem. wanna get somethin to eat?"
"sure."
"k, i'll come over. look at all the snow. it's pretty cool."
