Uh, well. You know it's mid-quarter when you got four hours of sleep and you know that's the most you'll get for the next 5 weeks. When the word "cumulative" makes you want to crawl under a rock and die. When the mere thought of rest and relaxation gives you something akin to an orgasm. And finally, folks, you know it's mid-quarter when the thought of food makes you physically ill and really, all you want, is one. day. off.
So, I guess I'll finally comment/catch up on f-list, oh, say, in 5-6 weeks?
So, I guess I'll finally comment/catch up on f-list, oh, say, in 5-6 weeks?
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