I gotta poop, but there are only two sheets left, and that is most certainly not enough.
So I'm holding it until class.
Today must be productive. Overproductive even. I will forge an interview with my grandmother and talk about the great depression in a way that will make my teacher think, "oh, this essay isn't anything but ordinary," and then stamp a B- on it so I can move on to bigger and better things and get all this shit out of my brain.
Roh, I beat Half Life 2 yesterday. I feel accomplished.