I had great intentions of writing a post today however that idea, along with brushing my hair and drying my shoes which were soaked by the torrential rain yesterday, fell by the wayside. At eight pm, otherwise known as my Unwashed bedtime, I find myself in the library, taken prisoner by a merciless and punishing villain. Some call this creature a French essay, I prefer to call it by its true name “My Doom”.
*Any errors or random words from other languages found in this post can be attributed to the fact that I’m drunk, or possibly French, or maybe that’s the same thing. Regardless, this was written from under a table. The essay has vanquished me. I bid you all adieu.