it's November 22nd.
Ohgod.
T-minus 8 days and counting. EIGHT. ZOMG.
I can get by without sleep, right? all hail 1,3,7-trimethylxanthine! HAIL!
and laundry? what's that? The Boy can subsist on hotpockets and eggs, he's a big boy. Cat feeder and water are automatic. now all I need is TPN and a caffeine drip and we're good to go!
right?
guys?
Quis fuit ille personatus?
- Marit fp
- aspiring graduate student of biological oceanography, currently hosting an epic battle between real life working as an EMT and the rebel alliance in my brain that want me to run away to the tundra and spend my days knitting, skiing, reading, writing, and playing with molten metal. some days the Rebels win.
Danger, Danger Will Robinson!
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