Fig newtons, soup, raw fish

Eat it, written exam.

Also, hi life! I can see you in the distance, closer than real life, further away than a life.

I finished this 12 hour marathon and went into my office, where there was a massive plastic toad on my desk with a post-it note stuck to it that said, "How was it?" I then immediately called Rachel on the phone (henceforth, cancer stick!) and went and sat on a random curb in Kenmore and tried not to sound like I was going bats. I then purchased some raw fish and ate it. And then I watched some Parks and Recreation, and now I will sleep until I wake up naturally (but with my blinds closed, because with my blinds open I naturally wake up at motherfucking 5:45am. Who DOES that?)

Typing feels weird. My hands feel weird typing. Lots of typing today. I hope my written exam is more coherent than this.

Ok, bye!