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Thursday, November 03, 2005


It's around midnight and we're sitting in SUB trying to finish writing a stupid paper on Canadian trade issues with the United States in the early 1900's. Big question... WHO CARES?

This will be our 3rd "all nighter" in a row. We are freaking tired. Brain is mush...

We can also feel a sickness coming upon us. We think it may be the bird flu. uhg.


Jim said...

Dr. Dave, I'd swing over and give you a bottle of Buckley's, but "we're" going to bed right now.

3 all-nighters in a row is a feat that even I cannot claim. This is the price you pay for watching the Gomery press conferences with a gaping mouth and a (possible) erection.

Simon Pole said...

I feel for ya, daveberta. I have to write a paper on Senate reform. Don't psyche yourself out! They don't reward original thought. One word: regurgitate - and I don't mean the bird flue, flew, er flu.

Unknown said...

As a man who seems to not be able to write when the sun's out, I feel your pain. However, remember how nice it'll all be when you're done and you can sleep again. That's the best feeling in the world.

-Socialist Swine