Dies Irae

[crudelissimus]

Today was the weirdest day. I stayed up all night on Thursday doing the finishing touches on the latest thesis (read: feces) draft, which was interrupted every few pages by massive amounts of computer Hearts, at which I kick massive booty. Pauline, Michelle, and Ben having nothing on me

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[boatingaccident]

Sometimes I forget how amazingly pretentious you are, David. I think I forget because I'm lost in a sea of my own pretense, but every so often I have these moments of hilarious clarity.

I hope you've saved some exhaustion for tonight, because we need to make it epic. I'll bring the wine.