Fuck the exhaustion is hitting hard.
And I have been in this library way too fucking much lately.
Friends Seminary kids were apparently never taught the phrase, "excuse me". Your shit probably isn't that important anyway, learn to wait your turn.
For real, I've come to love a lot of you, but 3:10 tomorrow afternoon will be one amazing, long-awaited moment.
I will miss this weirdo though:
"Ack. I'll explain. Remind me in class.
oink,
DH"