Seriously, I need a job. But the thing I really don't get is how I always seem busy?! Here's my theory (taken from Star Trek of course): I live in some sort of tear in the space-time continum. I wake up, eat breakfast sometimes, go to the gym, BANG, two days later, I'm on my way to latin, thinking it's time for lunch, BANG, dinner, BANG,
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