Being the sniveling snot-nosed punk that I am, I originally was going to post a complaint about my life. But, instead of talking about how my life was one big chemistry lab, and that I'd like to scoop out my eyes with melon ballers and fill the empty pits of despair with assorted fruit snacks and jolly ranchers, that physics is one big, never ending, crap-fest with a guy that won't juggle fire for us, and how the genetics prof makes just about as much sense as a crack-head pirate-smoker high on life and spreading the word, I'll choose to comment on the fact that i'm going to have dinner at 4:37 today. Because I can.


Slapped up here on 2/05/2002 04:29:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...