It’s stats weekend. I am currently working on my Stats final. And in spite of how I am feeling right this second, the probability I will survive this weekend is fairly high.
But. I am sick. Sick. Not terrible sick. Like I’m ambulatory and everything, but it is the kind of sickness that makes me inclined to want to stick close to the house. Or a bathroom, at the least. I’ll spare you the details, except to say I’ve temporarily adopted the BRAT diet. That’s all I’ve got to say about that.
So tonight I am kinda working on my test. Kinda. And thinking that maybe I’ll need to visit the bathroom again soon (sorry, I said I was done talking about it, but apparently I lied. Whoops.) Also scheming for tomorrow. I planned on going to Panera, like I normally would. But in order to do so I might need to take drastic measures–
Look, I started talking about (poop) things I said I wasn’t going to talk about, and that’s not too sporting is it?
So. Stats final. Poop. Got nothing to top that, I tell ya.
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