Who Would Jesus Punch?
Haha, man, I should not have gone to classes today. The only reason I went, actually, is because we had stats homework due. Which (of course) was my last class. And the homework (of course) was pushed back to be due on Wednesday, since a bunch of people apparently frantically emailed him in the morning, saying that they couldn’t get the fourth problem.
Oh, and apparently I decided to get up sometime last night and pull about 30 Kleenexes out of the box, ‘cause they were strewn all over my room this morning.
Fever sleeps are great.
I HAVE A 103 DEGREE FEVER
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Aloha from the tropical heat wave of a 102 degree fever!
I don’t know what’s up with me today. I have a 102 degree fever that came out of nowhere with no other symptoms of anything.
I’m rather loopy.
So what did I do? I worked on Matt’s flash.
Which—I know, I know—appears to have fallen through the cracks of craziness, but it’s still in production. Don’t worry. And it’s even stranger now, thanks to these extra six degrees.
