So, I thought, (some months ago), that I was going to lick this shit. With all my years and experience, aceing english classes would be like, well, taking candy from a baby. NON, monsieur, n'es pas bonbons pour toi!
Sickness combined with my old frenemy/alter-ego Super Procrasto, left me a little desperate, a little alone in my own void, sweating with fear and self-loathing. Yes, it was that bad. You know, as if bin Laden knew the Seals were coming to get him in twenty minutes, and those stewing moments stretched themselves out into hours....
I exaggerate. There were a couple of good times in there.
Alex Ferguson, manager of Manchester United, calls the battle for supremacy at the end of the Premier League season 'squeaky bum time'. It was getting a little squeaky by the end of April. But everything got done, exams all written, now I await judgement.
Finished the last exam with a Pixie concert, slightly shellshocked, glad I went.
Thought I started work on Monday. I spent most of Sunday wishing I could spend the day on a patio drinking beer. But Waskesiu called...turns out it was a wrong number. Two weeks until I start.
Now I've got time to--do everything I was neglecting. Taxes, trailer, spring cleaning...thank the gods! Thank them over and over and over and...
Sickness combined with my old frenemy/alter-ego Super Procrasto, left me a little desperate, a little alone in my own void, sweating with fear and self-loathing. Yes, it was that bad. You know, as if bin Laden knew the Seals were coming to get him in twenty minutes, and those stewing moments stretched themselves out into hours....
I exaggerate. There were a couple of good times in there. 
Alex Ferguson, manager of Manchester United, calls the battle for supremacy at the end of the Premier League season 'squeaky bum time'. It was getting a little squeaky by the end of April. But everything got done, exams all written, now I await judgement. 
Finished the last exam with a Pixie concert, slightly shellshocked, glad I went. 
Thought I started work on Monday. I spent most of Sunday wishing I could spend the day on a patio drinking beer. But Waskesiu called...turns out it was a wrong number. Two weeks until I start.
Now I've got time to--do everything I was neglecting. Taxes, trailer, spring cleaning...thank the gods! Thank them over and over and over and...
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