This is getting unbearable. The cretins who prowl the booths at the restaurant are getting more skeevy by the day. All bets are off...I'm going to start telling the truth to these tossers.
Big test is this wednedsay, at 1:00. Reckonin' time. Judgement hour. Sweeps week. The only thing standing between my greasy fingers and my four year degree is a mere 90 minutes of chemistry. It's going to be a close one. You though the election was close? Just wait...
I need a nap, a long nap.
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