Classes.
Glorious, enigmatic classes.
How I loathe thee, most "scornial" of events, dire enemy of all that is carefree and slothful.
Hmm. It doesn't sound so bad when I use words like those.
[Editor's Note: By the by, it's taking a horrendous amount of time to type, due to my grossly enlarged index finger. Bandaged, that is. Otherwise, it fits normal finger description.]
Alas, I retire this fine evening to my final hours of solace and...well...
Sleep. I'm going to sleep.
Goodnight.
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