I woke up, looked at my analog clock which read 7, jumped out of bed and yelled excitedly at my startled mother, "BLACK FRIDAY!" But as far as everyone else is concerned, it's still Thanksgiving.

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You can go back to your dinners now. Sorry I caused a panic.

I am such a grudge harborer

Jack Fris, you are still a piece of shit human being.

I need to start considering the whole scope of my actions. For example, the act of "doing a homework assignment" may seem like a small moment in my life, but the ramifications has quite the ripple effect. Even so, I want more than anything to just tell this Karl Marx reading to go to hell so I can go have lunch and get on the next train out of Dodge.

I think the worst part about talking to people about your problems is that their words of consolation usually feel more like them rubbing salt into the wound. Like, "Jane, don't be silly. You have friends here. You have that one friend (the unsocial one that plays guitar)!"

Look, I know I told myself that I would have a very productive day, but I just woke up from a dream where a bear chased me in circles after my menstrual scent. I know it's going to be a rough day.

Funny Findings

Hey guy-in-my-Global-Studies-discussion, I didn't know you did modeling for the Daily Nexus!