I am drinking a very generously prepared rum and coke right now. Heavy on the rum easy on the coke. It is truly disgusting how amazing my tolerance for rum is, I never thought I would be able to shoot anything straight faced.
Its Wednesday night and I am alone. And I am stressed.
I decided it would help me to write these two papers on smooth jazz that I procrastinated off until just now. The problem is they are basically on the same thing and I have to make them sound different. I am fucked, but at least I will be tipsy as I type out 4000 suckish words that are all lies.
The end of the semester: A week from tomorrow.
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