I got my paycheck today.
On the way out the door to pick it up, The Beast grumpily asked me why I must always walk around as if I were going to a funeral.
I'm actually pretty sure it was a rhetorical question though.
Eh.
Tomorrow is the last day of school ever. As my exceedingly elusive yearbook signature says:
"And now the downward spiral of our lives REALLY begins. Erm....yay?"
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