watch out for flying asparagus spears...

It's the middle of the summer and I find myself here writing the last, LAST essay of my undergraduate degree...and I'm feeling strange, and even reluctant to part with it...so to speak. Did anyone else experience such conflict and crisis in transitioning from school to nothing? If so, please share...it makes me feel less alone.

My means of catharsis in dealing with life's little problems:


blow the muthafucka's into oblivion

sweet dreams!