OK, maybe just the last three squares. Or maybe just the last one and forget about even TRYING to sleep.
Seriously, tho, my chair forbade me from having ANY kind of a social life or anything-other-than-thesis-life until I finish. And it is SO CLOSE to being done that I can TASTE it!
And it tastes like...
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peppermint!
Yeah, that comic just rings too true.
200 yogurts?
I MUST HAVE the grad school: it seemed better than getting a real job tee shirt. Santa, don't fail me now.
Poison.
Just kidding. Sorry. My little sister has gotten to me-- just spent a whole several days with her. Let me try again:
Tootsie pops. It takes several licks to get to the,
well you know.
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