an open letter
Mar. 1st, 2006 07:57 pmDear Statistics textbook, professor, and requirement:
Fuck you.
No love.
Sorry I didn't make it tonight,
ursule - I fell asleep on the couch when I got home from work, and have homework due and a quiz on stuff I don't yet understand tomorrow, both at 8:30am. If you want to give me Brian's office number in his building, I can get the banner to him on Friday so we don't have to keep relying on the pipe-dream of my actually making it to a meeting sometime this century. :P
Fuck you.
No love.
Sorry I didn't make it tonight,
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Date: 2006-03-02 05:31 am (UTC)Oh well. Done with homework for tonight, and it's the second-to-last homework for that class ever. Have last quiz tomorrow, and then it's one more homework and the final!
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Date: 2006-03-02 05:34 am (UTC)If you haven't ordered it yet, do you want an early birthday present? :D
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Date: 2006-03-03 12:06 am (UTC)...At least, in a math class it is. Anything else I'd be beating my own brains out from horror and guilt. :P
*Hugs*