2005-12-05 - 01:24 EST
The drinking fountain threatens those of us nearby (viz., me and my RA) with impending explosion. We'll boldly face it like no students gone before. Or we'll just stare at it from our doorways with confused looks on our faces. Either way.
My body has given out; it's succumbed to illness and exhaustion. Can't be having that, now, so currently I'm running on sparkling white grape juice and the archives of Something Positive.
Four days of classes, two papers, two presentations, two finals, and two formal parties to make it through, and then I get to stumble home and find a couch to collapse on before the whirlwind starts up all over again.
I'm going to need a few more bottles of that juice.
c.i.,p.i.q.e.
