goddamn goddamn goddamn goddamn
I just took my final. I feel like I bombed the holy hell out of it. Oh god, save me por favor.
Of course, I felt that way after my mid-term, too, and I ended up getting a B- on that. We’ll see.
OH HOLY GOD I’M NEVER GOING TO GRADUATE AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!
IT MAKES ME WANT TO STRANGLE A MANATEE… IN THE NUDE… *grunt*
That’s another one of Wes’s comics.
Mail him and tell him you want him to do strips regularly for Keef Dot Org.
In other news:
Look at those big wonderful nostrils. That’s where I get my monstrous flaring nose-holes. I’ve always been proud of them. I’m from a clan of hellacious sniffers. My odor-detection abilities come from the Ohio branch of the family tree.
I wish I could sleep. Instead, I must finish this goddamn paper about The Matrix, and the Ramifications of Descartes’ Scepticism Within. Then I will eat, and go on the radio, and watch Planet of the Apes. Then I will sleep, get up and work nine hours, sleep, get up and work five hours, sleep, get up and work eight hours. Sleep, work eight hours, sleep, work eight hours.
Rinse, repeat until a) my head blows up or b) I’m rich enough to retire comfortably.