So I’M DONE! With the damned essays.

And what better way to celebrate than to do fix the awful pile of laundry sitting proudly atop the spare chair in my room? Okay I’m not that pathetic. I did have a numbed celebratory dinner at Sushi Hiroba with C and J, but that ended up with me nearly passing out on my half of the booth while we were getting the bill. Too much Redbull on no sleep does that to you. I was out like a light at 8.30pm. Flat.

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