Right now I’m sitting in an eight-foot puddle of refrigerator drippings, packing away my crap and getting ready to shave off my finals beard. (I look like Ghost from the Matrix; badass but with no suit.) My unused caffeine sits on my desk and nauseates me to look at it.
I’m sick. But I also got an A in Immunology. So I know what’s going on in my tonsils which makes me yell at them. Which doesn’t do much more than make my tonsils hurt. Stupid lymphocytes. Of course, this is probably my fault. Staying up until 3AM every night for a week huddled in a steel carrel twenty feet underground in a building that, I’m pretty sure, doesn’t exist until finals and shotgunning sweetener with coffee on it is bound to decimate anyone’s immune system. Oh, well. Three finals in twenty hours. Had to be done. Right now, my GPA’s activity comes down to 10 points of Biochem questions and something involving Sanger sequencing.
Anyway, it’s hard to be funny at a time like this (even though my tweets may contradict) so I’m going to stop now and try to live like a normal person.*
*No! I’m not going to stop blogging and live normally. Chill the hell out.