The next 48 Hours is crunch time. I've got a mountain of research to compile into my Josiah Gibbs paper for Thursday and I have a huge Latin American History final tomorrow morning. My brain is feeling a bit like a stuffed cat that just got its face blown off. Now if I can just stop the Governor's bodyguards from delivering that bomb, rescue my daughter from Shelly Marcone and stop Milo from shooting from his "highly enlightened" position everything will be all right.
Originally posted on May 11, 2005 on Myspace.
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