It’s nigh on midnight, the night before the psych assignment is due.
After working on it for… around twelve hours, including research, within the past day and a half, I’ve reached that stage where it could have "the elephant began to walk up walls. ‘Hail Trenton, god of goat cheese!’ it bellowed" written on it and I would seriously hand it in.
There’s not caring, and then there’s me at this present moment.
Sometimes you just feel stupid enough to read bash.org. You know what I mean?
Heck, it’s not even that late. What am I complaining about? Ah well.