The night in addition to bringing me dreams about Christopher Guest and books written by my classmates also brought me a teeny tiny splinter. Since my tweezing proved futile, I got all MacGyver and used an unbent staple to free myself of the hated piece of wood. So I probably have tetanus now, but at least there's no wood in me.
But that's not what's important. What's important is that a classroom isn't a fucking library, so if you come to class early and expect everyone else to lick your balls and be quiet because you're studying, you're a pure uncut jack-ass.
But that's not what's really important. What's really important is the fact that today is the last day of class. Two weeks of finals hell and I'm working for the Man for eight weeks. O glorious day.
But that's not really what's really important. Really what's really important is that I'm seeing McSweenys vs. They Might Be Giants tonight, motherfuckers.
Smell things before you eat them.