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Finals

Finals slay me. Until the 14th, anyway. And then I'll sleep until January to recover. I suspect this is a violation of my human rights.
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  1. AshDecember 9, 2010 at 1:52 PM

    good luck! good luck! good luck! sending you lots of warm, fuzzy thoughts to get you through finals week!

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  2. DexDecember 21, 2010 at 1:26 AM

    Thank you, Ash! Because of you, I GOT THROUGH IT! ;]

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