Oh exams.. you thought you could break me? DENIED. My sanity is bruised and whimpering but whole! My escape from Alcatraz came none too late, keeping me from attempting to recreate the final scenes of Armageddon in my living room. Oh, this unusual sense of joy. Where have you been? Quaking under my bed while I sweated and slaved and swore my way through 16 days of anxiety probably. Even the snow outside (freaking April) cannot dampen my spirits. I am the epitome of calm. Sigh... Peace... A generous helping of Ativan.
All is well. And self-medicated.
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