So the consensus seems to be that two and half weeks and four finals is basically a slow death. Enough already, let me out! There is nothing interesting to say at all... um, I made some turkey chili, it's good. I just superficially cleaned my apartment due to a possible parental stop-by on Thursday. Not like I am trying to be anything I am not, but you never want parents worried you'll be found some day, dead in your own filth... you have to worry about that for yourself.
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