This Is Not Ideal

I'm sick. I have phlegm out the wazoo (where wazoo means "throat" and phlegm means "gross") and I've lost most of my voice. But Passover break is not Passover break without some exams, right? So I have an exam early Thursday morning and it's a last chance, if I don't at least pass I'll have to retake the class next year. The only good news is that I'm way past caring about acceptable grades or my average. Fuck that noise. All I want is to live through this week, study six hours a day, eat shitty mac & cheese out of a box and live to see the sci-fi con next Sunday.

Goddamn bats. I hate bats. Fuck them and their fucking sonar echolocation. Fuck 'em right to hell.

Ribbit.