You know, there isn't really much to say about March.
Marching...towards finals. Ack. So bleak.
Ides of March? Caue.
St. Patrick?
I am reading a book by a guy named Patrick. Patrick Chamoiseau. Called Texaco. It is very good.
Boy this is dull.
But until the ratio of term papers completed shifts back over to my side, brain is quite poorly-equipped for anything beyond finishing this quarter with some kind of sanity. Whatever sanity is.
Current score:
Term papers: 4
Demoralized college student: 0
Oh, and also, this makes my life so much better: The Daily Puppy
1 comments:
You're a sick, sick soul.
Get yer bum online (er, tomorrow sometime) and we can commiserate. Also known as, "If kvetching were an Olympic sport, we'd take home gold. Or at least bronze, which would be so like, typical. I mean, honestly. Just because --" well, you get the point :P
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