My Dog Needs A Bath

If you've read and survived the existential bullshit we've been having here the past few days, well, congratulations. You win another existential bullshit post.

Naw, not really. So things have been going a little fast lately. Plenty of papers to pass, so-called 'research papers' when without the euphemism are actually called theses. At least those profs were smart enough to give at least only one exam for the whole semester. They're nice that way.

Pizza party later with my friends. I'll say this honestly, for once: to hell with my diet. I think the bathroom scale's broken, it says I'm only a hundred pounds. Still, I can pretend it's telling the truth right? Bathroom scales are woozy creatures. They'll never know.

Well, I'm off to school. Philo 11 exam results coming later, I think. Wish me the very very best.