Truly one would think by the last year of college you would learn your limits on getting things done at the last minute. Even when I attempted to show up for academic crackdown it was only to get schooled in real life on all that I’m to be writing about. So I will, for now, convince myself that the moves I made today were beneficial.

But it was a beautiful day, I am 21 and can contemplate bringing a beer to otherwise headache driven meetings,

I can drive my ’97 car to the bus stop so as to avoid, a bit, my sketch town.

Instead of researching labor I can live it – hear the stories of a rank and file staff member. Hear the cries of beckoning SEIU recorded slogans. 3 mega TVs – we definitely made national media – too bad I don’t watch the tube. Not really, I enjoy my eye sight.

Enough of this, the virus has spread. My fingers are writing so fast but not the genius things they could be. A brilliant paper awaits, riiight.