I guess you could say that it was a nice twist of reality to see Plyler this morning.
A very nice shift. Really.
My shoulders ache, my fingers are taught, and my mouth would rather see me hanging off a cliff than reapplying metal to its many, varied, and unusual surfaces.
God, I would kill to be an eloquent writer. I've been choppy and whiny for the last two months, and it would be a welcome change for a bit of verbal advancement.
I'm going to die in AP Literature.
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