My worries for this month:
I am getting closer to turning 25.
I don't have a job for next year.
I am never going to complete 90 hours on my independent project.
I'll get my soul crushed.
Okay, now I've verbalized my worries, time to move on.
This is going to be a really good month. It started out with an "A" on a paper and enough sleep.
Happy March, everyone.
1 comment:
Your soul will not be crushed, you'll find a job, everything will work out.
I promise!
(It will work out better if you come to Boston for fondue on the 12th, though.)
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