As it turns out, my Tempurpedic stabbed me in the back with a 50 foot sword last night. Not only did I neglect to set an alarm to wake up for ANY of my classes (only 2 though), but I also failed to remember any details of my dreams in my panic-stricken state upon waking. Absolutely lovely. I guess I'll just put in some work, go running, and hit up "The Melt" job fair.
Ah, c'est la vie.
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