I feel a tad bad for not even a little bit studying for my exam today.

And then I remember that it’s two essays in two hours for a single-term course on the topic that I connected 5 of my 10 essays of the year to, psychoanalysis.

BUT THEN I remember that it’s for SROLL (Sexual Racist Old Lady Lecturer), who is my HERO and whom I want to oversee my dissertation so I need to impress.

But then I remember that this is the woman who gave me an 83 on my final video for her and who told me my cleavage was magnificent and that the reason I want her to oversee my dissertation is that she WILL NOT GIVE A FLYING FUCK.

So, uh, I guess my point being…