On New Year’s I got drunk and threw away my last pair of contacts, I lost my syllabus for one of my classes and didn’t realize it until the day my oral presentation is due (which of course I now have no idea what my topic is supposed to be since we were all individually assigned one), I got drunk and dropped half my classes, and I am enrolled into the wrong lab causing mass inconvenience to my professor, my boss and myself. I’m beginning to believe my life could be summed up with the phrase, “que mierda.”
That is all.
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