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oh dude, it's my dad's birthday tomorrow. damn. i hate my brain...

i'm so wrecked right now. i feel like i'm a complete dumbass. i've been trying to squeeze out my medieval biotches essay for a few days now, but i need some serious Brain Metamucil or something. it's just not happening. a lot of gas. ok, i'll stop this whole metaphor.

someone in this lab, i'm speculating the man sitting next to me, smells like a vanilla "pine tree" car air freshener. oh well, at least he doesn't reek like the b.o. man who frequents this computer lab.

i talked to iota last night. it was fun. i miss her. the end.

oh well. survivor is on tonight. blah de blah blah blah.