Panic
This is not a post perse, more like a random outburst intended to stall the inevitable peptic ulcer I'll develop by the time I'm 24.
Sweet merciful crap. I've got a lot to do, and somehow only one damn class tomorrow. One test, two homeworks. The studying, the homework, starts now. It's highly unlikely that I'll be in bed before like 3 or 4 tonight. And I've gotta go to work too. I'm freakin out man.
Also, this is a reminder to myself that I've gotta put stuff together for the fratnerity newsletter by like next Saturday. I hope to post again before that to remind me... but if you see me in the next week or so, remind me.
OK. That's it for now. Congrats to everyone out there that seems to have happy-happy-luck heading their way. May your forehead grow like the mighty oak.
The ranger is watching you.
When you're in Texas look behind you...
At least Walker'll apparently kick you in the head if life gets too rough?
And you're having some decent luck too, sir, what with the lovely fiancee, the job lined up, and getting the hell out of dodge in December. And deservedly so, too, as you are generallly accepted to be the kindest, most generous, and most useful person in existence. (I have taken polls).
Keep your head above water and your eye on May.
Call for division! Recount! ::blush::
And I am totally trying to keep both of my bloodshot eyes on May, but can somehow only see ~10ft in front of my windshield.