It's finals time.
Apparently this means that showering is a super low priority,
That getting out of bed is impossible,
That we eat banana bread and Chick-fil-a and not much else,
That I wear workout clothes under my pants,
And that our apartment looks like a bomb of messiness went off.
I'll be done by this time tomorrow, Kevin will finally finish on Friday morning.
Maybe we'll emerge then.
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