Okay... I'm backtracking to last Tuesday for the initial part... I cut Physiopsych (no judgements kiddies) so I could spend time in Caf-up. The most part of my time there was spent singing "makulay ang buhay pag may sinabawang gulay." I curse the song's composer. Elitism aside, it's a good campaign, which will draw kids to at least TRY vegetable soup. Speaking of which... I haven't had vegetable soup in ages... maybe I should try a bowl. Anyway, I then went to my Expepsy class... then our professor asked us if our lab partners had the attention span of a turnip. We then pointed out that turnips don't have attention spans. Poor turnips. We now continually call ourselves turnips. Again, poor turnips. Life has been slow lately hasn't it? I'm not wishing for more work though... this is just fine. It gives me time to recollect my thoughts, and it gives me drawing time... sigh... I apologize for an odd, mediocre post. Socrates is dead.
Being afraid of death presumes that you know something about it.
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