I accidentally skipped my 9am, made it to my 10am, and I've got a lab at 3.
Thank God. I thought it was just me. I slept through my alarm.
Yeah. It's been rough week.
Have you heard from [.....]
(Here, a friend notices me, sits down, and talks loudly.)
I didn't know! If I had, I definitely would have sold you my book, cheap.
Well it's too late, now.
You brought it up.
Whatever.
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I really don't want to have lab today. Wednesdays suck.
What lab?
Biology.
That's not so bad.
Yeah, but I have a lot of homework to do before Spectrum tonight.
So don't go to dinner after.
If I skip dinner, might as well skip the whole thing. What's the topic tonight?
I don't know. It wasn't in the email.
Is voting this week?
Next week.
Oh. You gonna run?
No. Maybe next time, but this semester's already kicking my ass.
How many hours are you taking?
Seventeen.
Ouch. Welcome to hell.
Thanks...
Sorry. But it's not so bad. I mean, I've taken 18 hours a couple of times.
I have two sciences, though. It's rough.
Well, at least you don't have any 8ams. That's good.
I guess. 9ams aren't that much better.
You'd be surprised how much of a difference an hour makes.
Sure, but it's not like I go to sleep until, like, 2.
Why would you stay up that late if you have class early?
I am the master procrastinator.
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