It's finals week here @ Candler School of Theology @ Emory University.
- I'm tired.
- My brain is fried.
- I haven't shaved in days.
- I probably smell funny.
- The women here have started to look like men this week.
- The men have started to look like lumberjacks.
- Even the soft dudes.
- Metrosexual and snazzy homosexual students have all abandoned their style.
- I'm learning a lot.
- I still have at least one big, fat paper to write.
- And a make or break final tomorrow @ 9:30am.
- I am in the lounge cramming an assignment in that is due in 45 minutes.
- I am staring at a very pale, heavy woman on a couch across from me.
- She is asleep and snoring.
- Her belly is hanging out of her maroon sweater.
- She is under a cover that she must have brought to the campus.
- Why didn't I think of that?
- I see a Mountain Dew next to her. Either it didn't work or it did work and now she has crashed.
- I love my life.
- I have to get to work.
- Bye.
