Yearbook’07 is out.
“Eh, Matthew, YOU HAVE HAIR!!!!!!!!”
What’s so amusing is that this is proclaimed in the present tense, as if being bald was a state that could be reversed in an instant by getting in touch with my photograph self.
For the first time I’m also in the Waterpolo picture. Eep.
It’s 9pm, I just woke up from my badly-planned siesta, which started some time before 5pm. I have done no work, considered no moral issues, and, uh, done no work. At 9pm.
On a happier note, I feel somewhat refreshed now, but that doesn’t count for anything. Uh yeah, you’re healthy, now you can do the assignments for NEXT week, bitch!
The June holidays beckon, but I’ve a feeling the next time I have any sort of a break lies in November.