It all ends on Tuesday. Six days to go. 144 hours left. The first person I see on or after the 31st gets a free chocolate sundae. Hahaha.
Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. After the last paper has been passed, after the last CD has been burned, after the last email has been sent, after the last newspaper has been analyzed, after the last respondent has turned in his or her survey, I will... I don't know.
Maybe I'll run to the Shopping Center and splurge on computer games and DVDs. Then I'll run right home and spend the next few days fixed in front of the computer. And just maybe I'll gain a pound or two more.
Maybe I'll have a steak dinner at Trinoma. To hell with the cost and my weight. Hahaha.
Maybe I'll go sit at the Sunken Garden and enjoy a few minutes of solitude under the trees with a chocolate milk shake.
Maybe I'll drop by the chapel, and take the time to say thank you.
Six days. 144 hours. 8,640 minutes.
It will all end, soon.
Maybe I'll run to the Shopping Center and splurge on computer games and DVDs. Then I'll run right home and spend the next few days fixed in front of the computer. And just maybe I'll gain a pound or two more.
Maybe I'll have a steak dinner at Trinoma. To hell with the cost and my weight. Hahaha.
Maybe I'll go sit at the Sunken Garden and enjoy a few minutes of solitude under the trees with a chocolate milk shake.
Maybe I'll drop by the chapel, and take the time to say thank you.
Six days. 144 hours. 8,640 minutes.
It will all end, soon.
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