Psst, Jesse, Burrell's birthday is next week. So it's Burrell's birthweek, not "day", but I still think it means you deserve to lounge around and have a fun day. I'm sure Burrell won't mind.
It's so interesting for me to read (um, I mean, skim) your college stories, because here the system is so different. You choose a subject, two at most, and all your classes (other than maybe a couple) are in that subject. So nobody who studies anything in the Humanities would ever have to take any physics or math (beyond the statistics necessary for their own work, of course), and vice versa.
In fact, I wish things here were more like your system, because I *wish* I could take some classes that sound really interesting, even though they're not physics. But, alas, I can't (or, well, I may be able, but will have to pay so much extra for it, I still don't do it).
Can I come? Can we start with fandom?
Certainly! I know exactly where the start the burnination!
Actually, we're going to have to start with the vending machine, which was sold out of Coke Zero, forcing me to get full-sugar Coke.
And then we can hit my vending machine, which is sold out of everything caffeinated.
And then we can hit my vending machine, which is sold out of everything caffeinated.
Wow. That's past irritating into conspiracy-theory land.
We're in the basement. They forget about us.
Psst, Jesse, Burrell's birthday is next week.
Why am I crazy? I blame the internets.
You may be moved to try to witness to these poor lost souls yourself, however avoid talking to them!
Oh, yay. Finally someone with manners!
(What?)
Really neither of those is a good option. I vote sleeping from 4am until, say, 8. How about that?
Well, if you can please convince my work that I needn't be here until 10, then that will work.
