His name is Ben.
I didn't want to make him a cake, so I made him a sandwich.
Because that's what friends do.
They make each other sandwiches.
[insert sexist joke about women making sandwiches here]
All jokes aside, finals are over. Done. El fin.
I feel burned out like a piece of unfortunate charred barbeque.
At least it's summer now.
And I'm looking forward to sleeping all day like a champ.
Maybe I'll get out of bed and do some community service.
I have an interview at the hospital on Tuesday.
Volunteering there sounds pretty fun.
I think I'm going to take another nap because my head is spinning and I can't concentrate.
Thank you for tolerating me.
But don't worry, I'm not high on anything.
Deuces.
