Tonight I had my last final for the semester.
It's bittersweet, I suppose. I didn't enjoy this class half as much as I did the other writing class. Regardless, it took up 3 hours of my time on Monday nights (cutting into my House time, I might add) and has sort of become a sick ritual of staying up ridiculously late after class by going to the gym and then catching up on my shows.
No more of that. Now I get to hit the gym as early as I wish and watch my shows with all the glorious commercials.
I'll miss you J101. But not to the point of tears.
Let the freedom of no summer classes begin.
What, Vegas? Ah yes, I hear you calling my name for weeks at a time.
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